lost in space

By Di_Hard

Sat, 05 Jan 2019
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4 comments
 

in a bowl of hills beside the sea

air is ice cream

 

red orange green lights

tutti frutti

 

the ferry's fog horn

a spoon full of stillness

 

 

 

 

 

Certificate U
Poem
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I wouldn't have thought you could make a foggy scene so beautiful! and in so few words. All stops in that still whiteness.

Do you live surrounded by hills! I used to hear the fog-horn at night where we lived when I was young, and then we moved and it was a pit-horn instead.

and such a good idea to link to the IP. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Rhiannon!

When I got a taxi once in Wales and was oohing and aahing about the mountains I could see out of the window, the taxi driver didn't know what I was talking about. When I explained, he must have been chuckling for at least a minute before spluttering something about them not even being hills :0)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I love this Di, it reminds me of my many times spent heading down the valley roads to where the sky meets the ocean. Also hearing the foghorn out in the Cornish sea, such an eery feeling touches you in fog. I love the sense of air being described as ice scream and the spoonful of silence.

Inspiring poem.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Jenny :0) I really enjoyed your description of fog in Veil of Light. I didn't grow up by the sea so this thick fog and foghorns seem other wordly to me too. Walking in the woods it was like each tree was being unwrapped from tissue paper as I got closer