Holidays are a fertile time for writing. Away from normal routines, in peaceful, beautiful surroundings, there is opportunity and space to breathe; to allow time to think and to open our minds to creativity.
I recently made a trip to West Cork in Ireland and wrote some poetry whilst there. The landscape, wildlife and animals surrounding me provided wonderful inspiration.
Here is one of my poems:
Mountain view in Maughanaclea June 2017
Cloud on mountain
tops, misty fingertip
touch.
Shaded slopes sage
green, golden yellow hues
fold under sharp stone,
jagged crags of purple rock.
Sweet breath of fresh
silence, suddenly stirred;
jarred by strimmer
hum and moan,
slice and slash.
Vegetation smell,
sugary in nostrils,
catches thick in the
throat.
Noce poem. Loved it.
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Thank you 🙂
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A very visceral poem, I can feel the touch of the cloud, the jagged stones, the disturbance of the quiet.
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Thank you for your kind comments. 🙂
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