Polly

Writings and Witterings

Frost Web

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Lacy cobwebs creep the hedgerows
sharp as prying spiders’ eyes
glitter-edged and spiky, sparkling
clear spun sugar in disguise.
Lazy hips and haws lounge
as taut twigs cringe in fingered frost
while, fluffed-up red and round, a robin
chirps for all the worms he’s lost.

Polly Stretton © 2015

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18 thoughts on “Frost Web

  1. Lovely wintery poem, so lovely to read at the side of our coal fire! 😊.

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  2. PS also a reminder for me to fill the bird feeder! 😄x

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  3. Fortunately, no frost here yet… However, the Pyrenées are frosted in white. Polly you did an amazing job of preserving the fragility of your subject. Beautiful!

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  4. Wonderful to think of spider webs in the frost. I think it is way too cold for them here, or at least I’ve not seen! I am not quite sure what the spiders too. Great sound here throughout. k.

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  5. Just wet and dreary in London!

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  6. Oh that’s gorgeous Polly. Thank you for sharing.

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  7. The imagery of that spiderweb in front is great.

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  8. Judicious word selection not only builds the perfect image but also introduces a sound,a humming as I read. A great piece Polly, very much enjoyed.

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