Above Weobley

Cherry

By Rhiannonw

Sat, 27 Jan 2024
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(26/01/24)

Late afternoon low January sunshine bright
glinting on the wet grass and squelchy mud,
dazzling in the westward walk
– so blundering in the slithery patches;
not very high above the village but see far
and the steeple peeps to keep our orientation.

 

Certificate U
Poem
Countryside explorations
Nature
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Turlough on

I really like the slithery squelchiness of this. Great words for a January walk. 

Turlough

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

!thank you. We aren't as cold and frozen in as you! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Turlough on

I'm very pleased to hear that.

It's wet and windy but mild here at the moment. However, most of this week it didn't get above minus six degrees even during the day, which is no fun at all.

Keep warm Rhiannon!

Turlough

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

And you! Rh

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

thank you for the cherries. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Love these walking poems! You make me imagine it all so clearly :0)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

that's good to  know. Thank you. Not a long walk, but lovely views and weather. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Amazing, the photo looks typical Africa scene, maybe lowveld. I zoomed in there's just one thing that puzzles me, All the shades? or a road or what? Maybe your camera flap?

All the best! Tom Brown

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I had meant to mention the striking, dramatic long dark shadows across the bright sunlit grass that you get at this time of the year late afternoon when it is such bright light. I think the shadows are me and the gate and a tree. There was another photo I didn't use that showed me and my huband clearly. Behind the tree there is the church spire, but it doesn' t show up in such a small copy. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Perfect, poetic descriptions to go along with those beautiful photos; the squelchy mud sounds familiar to me; mostly after a day of rain when my garden becomes nothing but squelchy.smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

thanks, glad you enjoyed! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by marandina on

"...not very high above the village but see far
and the steeple peeps to keep our orientation."

A very visual and pleasurable virtual ramble with you, Rhiannon. Lovely pics too :)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you. Glad to be able to share! It is a village in the Marches, one of the 'black and white' villages of Herefordshire. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

What an amazing name Weobley sounds. You've captured the scene again with your descriptive words perfectly. It sounds like you had the perfect day for that walk.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jenny. It was a lovely day although the walk was quite short, late afternoon. Weobley is pronnounced as Webbly. I don't understand English spelling, but I suppose in towns there is a historic derevation and change over the years! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

'The steeple peeps' Lovely image, and it so reminds me of our own morning walks. 

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

thank you. Your morning walks sound very good. I've been limited in getting out recently. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by D G Moody on

Albeit a bit limited for me as well; I'm having a bout of chronic fatigue, and always sciatica and rheumatism as my companion, was it St Francis who reffered to 'Brother Donkey' as ones body?

Dougie Moody

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I haven't heard that one! The troubles of this life keep us dependent and waiting the better!

My problems are internal and can be frustrating as mobility is good, but I am thankful that it is, and am aware of such other problems! Rh