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XML FeedsArchives for: January 2009
18/01/09
Voices (short excerpt)
It’s that man again and I need some feedback on a short excerpt from Voices.
I need to know whether the following piece (about 800 words) works.
Here’s the background to the scene.
14/01/09
Cork
Synthetic corks don’t break
It’s true, but neither do they tell
Of Provencal peasants’ tales
And oak trees granting bark
At ten year intervals, nor smell
Of thyme and rosemary, lavender
And sun, or whisper of the mistral’s
Rage or the cold tramontane.
Lonelier than water in a culvert
Is wine beneath a plastic cork,
And longs to gossip with its bon ami
Of olive groves --
or is it only me.
TO ROBERT GRAVES
No idea what this icon means. I don't understand half of them.
But it is replacing a duplicate post of my Robert Graves poem. Clearly i have not mastered this yet, although i am absolutely thrilled to be let out of the confines of little green boxes. I didn't mean to post two - well, not two the same. not sure where the other one is. They were supposed to be in category poetry. I have a lot to learn but will persevere as I really like this new arena. Thank you Sue.
Daff
11/01/09
Was it a dream
Wheels screeching, then came the bang.
An empty space, beside me in bed.
Was it a dream, or was it real?
Driving too fast, asleep at the wheel.
But the crash was outside,
The dream in my head.
You came to the door, and told me.
There's a crash outside.
Now our argument is trivial,
Outside it's fatal.
Police, sirens, ambulance.
Everyone talking at once.
We stayed inside, safe.
Not going out.
We heard next day,
Drugs were involved.
A car full of young people driving too fast.
My dream was the two of us,
Speeding along.
The church wall was bashed,
It was the prolonged squealing
of brakes.
That seemed to last for seconds,
That rolled into BANG!!!
Young lives ended outside our door,
Think about it,
When you've fallen out
Over nothing at all.
This happened late one night, when we were staying in Thornham village in Norfolk. I wrote it down in memory of the young people who died that night.
10/01/09
Accident of Birth
This story was posted on the other arena in quite a different format which in the end didn't work. It has been edited to death but no doubt still has many flaws - any feedback I'd be grateful for, large or small. It's a bit of a harrowing tale....
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