Blackpool Tower, seagull, sea mist
I'm posting quite a short blog today for a change, because it's misty and I'm busy, busy, busy. For that reason, plus the fact that I couldn't hope to better what Alice Oswald has achieved, I have chosen to share her poem rather than one of my own:MistIt amazes me when mistchloroforms the fieldsand wipes out whatever world exists
and walkers wade through coma shoutingand close to but curtained from each other
sometimes there's a second riverlying asleep along the riverwhere the sun rises sunk in thought
and my soul gets caught in it hung by the heels in water
It amazes me when mist weeps as it lifts
and a crowcalls down to me in its treetop voice that there are webs and dripsand actualities up there
and in my fog-self shocked and grey it startles me to see the sky
Alice Oswald, 2019
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That's all folks. Thanks for reading, S ;-) Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook