Sunday, January 26, 2014

An Ode to Winter Gales

I hear high hitched on Leinster wires witches whine 

Ugly hags no mother ever conceived nor father sired
Tormented unbodied things born of wild restless winds
Whose shrill screams storm my equilibrium to shreds.



©MRL 26-01-2014

13 comments:

  1. Rhiannon B. said : Beautiful Mel! Love it!

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  2. My senses feel every word of your descriptive poem, Mel. Wonderful !

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  3. Thank you for your appreciation Gwen.

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  4. Exquisite! I shall recite this poem when I hear the wind whining down the chimney.

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    1. Thank you Rose your comment made me smile :-)
      and now back to doing the sprouts for Mrs H!

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  5. Exquisite blog you got here ... will be exploring more ... greetings fom winterland ... smiles ... Always, cat.

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    1. Thank you ^.^ Cat comments are always appreciated :-)

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  6. Hello, blog hopping and found your beautiful blog.
    Nice post.
    Please visit mine too and feel free to add comments.

    Thanks
    Rajiv
    www.magnificentdewdrops.blogspot.com
    www.magicalpresent.blogspot.com

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  7. Oh yes...those crones of the wild winds...I hear them too...:)

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    1. Thank you Ygraine. I thought that you might - it is the madness of poets to listen ! :-) x

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  8. That's the last time I sing outside your house!! I feel the pain you felt.

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    1. Sorry I can't remember you singing, so you had better make a return visit, please

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