Two mornings

By Rhiannonw

Tue, 13 Sep 2016
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first morning:

Veil of mizzle,
myopic vision,
hemmed in, dozy,
world is blurry, washed-out,
watery-grey, hazy:
oppressing,
depressing.

next morning:

Shell-blue sky,
all’s a-glitter,
bright green leaves high
spread against the blue;
red haw blush emerging,
shining rowan berries glow,
return of depth and detail
in vision:
tension releasing,
de-stressing.

 

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Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

it's amazing how two days can be so different. You've captured the mood perfectly in this poem and the photos.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jenny. This was last Saturday and Sunday mornings. Of course, I hadn't thought to take a photo of the mizzle! but found one from a while ago, to capture the feel of the contrast! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

Yes, or weather has certainly had its contrasts this last week. I enjoyed reading this.

I am having a try at another story about my father, and doing the research, but it is not coming easily, so it probably will be some time before I publish anything else.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jean. Nice to hear from you.

I guessed you were doing some fresh deep research. I hope you enjoy doing it, I'm sure it does take a lot of time and intense concentration.

I have looked around at some of the Anna and Rosie letters and seeing what Polish stories I have read connected with the Polish clan mentioned in the Census and your mother. So I may pop up sometime with a new comment! Rhiannon