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So beautiful. The short first
Posted on Tue, 27 Jun 2017
So beautiful. The short first lines make me think of how the air seems thicker/heavier when it's cold, so that your breath floats on it. And "break" at the end of the fourth line immediately makes me hear the crunch, as if the line were the snow...
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This is so very far from
Posted on Thu, 28 Sep 2017
This is so very far from anything I've experienced, but it made it so real to me. Particularly :
30,000 feet up – beyond blue –
Read full commentwe are untouchable, invincible:
nothing murderous from Mosul,
or killing from Kabul
can...
Posted in Flying Ops
Yes! Particularly like "grasp
Posted on Fri, 22 Sep 2017
Yes! Particularly like "grasp that bootlace, snake-like grip" Also "Where" being at the end of the line. Those last 3 lines are like tiptoe
Read full commentPosted in Impediments to reaching the treasure
This has the feel of walking,
Posted on Mon, 03 Jul 2017
This has the feel of walking, a bit of a struggle. How have you done that? And then the last line I can feel that you have stopped. Is it the long sound of the vowels in "towers" "view" "far" "wide" gives the sense of space? Treating words like...
Read full commentPosted in Mynydd Troed
Where you jolt from boring
Posted on Mon, 25 Feb 2013
Where you jolt from boring black and white of papers at meetings to the black and white of badgers, and then sheer off into emotion and thinking about what it left behind, is powerful. Even as you are longing to get back to your own life as...
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Has the sound of waves coming
Posted on Wed, 23 Aug 2017
Has the sound of waves coming in. Beautiful
Read full commentPosted in Eliza
I remember meeting my great
Posted on Tue, 13 May 2014
I remember meeting my great uncle who fought in the first world war, he had to wear a special boot as his foot had been mangled. Your poem brought this back to me so strongly - he loved birds too, though it was the wild ones. The feeling of them...
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