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this is realyevocative nice one MG, the fog horn has been sounding here all day to although its been ariable, I had a canny run through the dene earlier amidst the daffodils during a period when the fog had lifted...would love to see those photos hes!Quote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
brilliant choice sunbeam will look may swenson up immediately!Quote:
Originally Posted by Sunbeam Alpine
Nice one MG, that hazy, eerie glare is a Lynx trail;)Quote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
The Woods At Night by May SwensonThe binocular owl,
fastened to a limb
like a lantern
all night long,
sees where all
the other birds sleep:
towhee under leaves,
titmouse deep
in a twighouse,
sapsucker gripped
to a knothole lip,
redwing in the reeds,
swallow in the willow,
flicker in the oak -
but cannot see poor
whippoorwill
under the hill
in deadbrush nest,
who's awake, too -
with stricken eye
flayed by the moon
her brindled breast
repeats, repeats, repeats its plea
for cruelty.
'Pegasus'
Riding the wind, my hands out stretched.
No one would believe this story, it’s to far fetched.
I closed my eyes but for a moment, felt the wind in my hair.
I opened them slowly, being whisked up in the air.
With wings white, each feather lined with gold.
This was a great mythical horse, or so I’ve been told.
Rainbow colors flowed through out its long mane,
I knew if I told you you’d think I was insane.
Without hesitation we rose higher and higher.
As we approached the sun my skin felt as if it was on fire.
Suddenly he folded his beautiful outstretched wings.
And I knew at once the relief a storm cloud brings.
We rode thru a rainbow, with every color and hue.
As we gently glided closer to the ground, I knew my ride was thru.
I knew I never would forget the day I rode the wind.
And as long as I believed, I knew you would be back again.
A mythical legend born in the realms kings.
I watched in awe as you stretched out your wings.
Stood on your hind legs and bound upward without a care.
The noblest of them all, Pegasus, had once again taken to the air
To go with my new avatar, it's not mine, wind in my hair tells you that.
There is a good compilation of poetic wedding vows from Wendy Cope on the Guardian website today. Some delightful different versions...
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011...n-duffy-poetry
That's lovely Steve...it could have meant the hair on your Lynx infused chest! :w00t: :DQuote:
Originally Posted by stevefoster
Aye, special offer on lynx at the mo. 2 for 1 and a free chest wig, Happy Days:thumbup:Quote:
Originally Posted by Mountain Goatess
mmm mmmm, phwoar!! ;)
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Originally Posted by stevefoster
Funny
What's it like being a human
the bird asked
I myself don't know
its being held prisoner by your skin
while reaching infinity
being a captive of your scrap of time
while touching eternity
being hopelessly uncertain
and helplessly hopeful
being a needle of frost
and a handful of heat
breathing in the air
and choking wordlessly
it's being on fire
with a nest made of ashes
eating bread
while filling up on hunger
it's dying without love
it's loving through death
That's funny said the bird
and flew effortlessly up into the air.
Anna Kamienska