April 13, 2017 by ebbtide the augury Poetry attraction, augury, breath, buttercups, future, life, light, new, omen, poem, Poetry 6 Comments you were new as buttercups in April, silent as a spill of church-light on the grass though I felt it in my own throat – your breath and that sweet, augural hitch as I passed © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
Delicate imagery – I especially love “silent as a spill of church-light on the grass”…. I do love your poetry. LikeLike Reply
Enjoyed the poem much…oh but that second stanza…such wonderful imagery.
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That’s very nice Sarah – and of course I am understating.
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Thank you, John!
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Another finely wrought and poised piece.
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Delicate imagery – I especially love
“silent as a spill
of church-light
on the grass”….
I do love your poetry.
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Says it beautifully. 🙂
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