The oystercatcher furtling about in the
mudbanks is silent and focused and the
butterfly and the lizard make no sound
that can be heard above the clank of mast
cables and the gentle river flow beside
which we’re absorbed in Ouest France
and our books into which pine needles
twirl – until the urgent tap-tap-tapping
of the woodpecker we’d forgotten we
met last year raises two smiling pairs of
eyebrowsSRM
Recognition
I hope one day to be able to paint pictures the way your words do…”our books into which pine needles twirl…” I love being on holiday with you. Carrie DeSalvo
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Thank you very much Carrie. I hope you do, too, and will keep an eye open for the first arrivals on your blog. Your own (lovely) name would be a super starting point for a short poem …
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I love your pictures. No comments to your “September days” possible but I was wandering with you and enjoying the ambience .. I really got the atmosphere of the Brittany I visited some years ago. Lovely!
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Many thanks Eighty eight. You’ve got it absolutely: ‘wandering … and enjoying the ambience’. Love for both xx
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