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Am so glad you have got out
Posted on Mon, 14 Dec 2020
Am so glad you have got out to see your countryside and be inspired to write another beautiful poem! And your photo is gorgeous too. What does the word Lugg sound like? Reading, I was rhyming it with chug, like it was part of a huge gleaming...
Read full commentPosted in Near Mortimer’s Cross, Herefordshire 12/12/20
No sounds in this poem. It
Posted on Sat, 12 Dec 2020
No sounds in this poem. It seems very peaceful and airy and languid, like dying in ibis spell would be like slipping gently under warm water and finding you could breathe. I do like and admire how you create feeling in your poems, giving an idea...
Read full commentPosted in Ibis
" we are built of air and
Posted on Mon, 07 Dec 2020
" we are built of air and
water and music."
This made me feel delicate and peaceful, like I was a better person. Thankyou for writing it. Will go and read it again :0)
ps Like imagining being in Narnia
Read full commentPosted in Atoms of Hope
enjoyed this very much! You
Posted on Tue, 08 Dec 2020
enjoyed this very much! You are writing so many wonderful things! Wind swollen with anxious breath is a brilliant line, and the end of the poem is full of light and calm, and gives such a feeling of SPACE
Read full commentPosted in Images to Ponder
roses are my favourite flower
Posted on Thu, 03 Dec 2020
roses are my favourite flower and you have caught them perfectly, Rhiannon, both wild "delicately decorating" and "richly exuberant" ones bred for gardens. I am sure the old variety ones which survive in my garden have personalities. I do love...
Read full commentPosted in Wild Rose …
This is BRILLIANT! I love
Posted on Sat, 05 Dec 2020
This is BRILLIANT! I love your walking and Nature poems, but this is amazing, too. Powerful, unforgettable poem
Read full commentPosted in Observing
Found this so comforting and
Posted on Thu, 03 Dec 2020
Found this so comforting and reassuring as these lines resonated strongly with me:
like waiting landscape
relentlessly endures,
that you come to the uplifting conclusion
take comfort and...
Read full commentPosted in Waiting For The Thaw
What a lovely poem! From the
Posted on Wed, 25 Nov 2020
What a lovely poem! From the first line about the end of the day belonging to cats all the way through to the last line which made me think that your memories from the photos were so bright they were like the moon and your going back to look,...
Read full commentPosted in Memories Of You I Keep
you go out walking, and in
Posted on Wed, 11 Nov 2020
you go out walking, and in the clear air and nature's shapes, your mind feels safe to fly free, exposed as black wings in a white sky. And then you are brought down, confronted by grotesque evidence of our cruelty. The shock and horror of...
Read full commentPosted in Rooks
I LOVE "layers of
Posted on Tue, 10 Nov 2020
I LOVE "layers of invitation" but also, how you shift meaning all through, like waves in a harbour, and end with the lobsters' point of view. It is a wonderfully satisfying poem seeming simple but with lots going on underneath (like a harbour,...
Read full commentPosted in Season's Advent
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