Sprout wings, flaxy wings,
sparkling sunshine wings,
tensile gossamer
edged in forest green.
Fly from hilltop to
hilltop marking the
wayside stones and bones;
flit through dense trees, a
fresh damply morning
scent assails the nose;
dewdrops glint yet don’t
dampen toes, as we
skim archaic tracks.
Polly Stretton © 2012
Fairy wings (Photo credit: kendiala)
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03/10/2012 at 10:58
magical
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03/10/2012 at 15:11
Thank you Louann 🙂
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03/10/2012 at 11:39
I felt airborne for a while.
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03/10/2012 at 15:12
Delighted ~ just the right feeling 🙂
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03/10/2012 at 12:29
Lovely!
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03/10/2012 at 15:12
Thanks Joe 🙂
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03/10/2012 at 13:51
Lovely use of language, Polly. It evokes a strong sense of atmosphere and place. I was on Snowdon’s miner’s track for a while there! One tiny thing – I would have liked a different word from ‘marking’, but presumably the repetition is deliberate, so ignore me!
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03/10/2012 at 15:15
Thanks Lindsay and yes, deliberate … connotations of grave markers / hill direction markers / bones evoke battle campaigns / Malverns site of British Camp … so yes, deliberate, but not overstated, I hope 🙂
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03/10/2012 at 15:57
Polly–well done! This has so many layers to it, it is deceptive in its simplicity. Love it!
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03/10/2012 at 15:59
Thank’ee kindly ma’am, she said 🙂
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03/10/2012 at 22:14
Like the movement in this very much Polly.
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03/10/2012 at 22:43
Thanks Holly 🙂
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04/10/2012 at 00:23
Grand work – the moment and the place were vividly evoked.
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04/10/2012 at 02:59
Cheers Seb 🙂
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04/10/2012 at 09:57
Free flowing and very appealing !
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04/10/2012 at 10:51
Lovely to see Flaxy Wings is appealing to you Sanah 🙂
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