Creative Writing and unfinished business…
December 10, 2017 § 13 Comments
the late train
Tagged: creative writing, haiku, longing, poetry, vagaries of weather
Shiver, like mist in the air.
Ice cracks underfoot.
deeper into the wood pile –
my empty wellies…
You two work very well off each other! Wonderful! 🙂
It really is! 🙂
‘The late train’ is a wonderfully evocative image in itself – catching the late train, or the train late from the weather, it conjures up all kinds of images for me.
That’s great, Andrea. As I had tried to do. A bit like making the words act like pendulums in terms of meaning.
Yes, the English language in all its double-edged glory. I agree here with Andrea…possibly even the late as in deceased train, a ghostly carriage that leads to who knows where. Ooh, how the imagination wanders!
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
Thanks for the reblog, Jonathan. Much appreciated!
My pleasure! 🙂
good expressive poem–thanks for sharing it!
Thank you, Jonathan. Much appreciated.
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