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What A Sight. By William Marsland.
This vantage point on craggy tor
atop resplendent scenery
fits my stance as heaven’s throne.
Its presence bids my sight
be overwhelmed;
whilst sitting in repose
as to horizon
Mother Earth unfolds.
Broad winding water
stretched below, cuts a swathe.
Flecks of rainbows dance
downward, onward fleeing
to a fluid jewel;
a mirrored plain of
shattered blinding light.
Golden-headed soldiers
throng valley’s rolling slopes.
Commandeered in silent reveille
by nature’s call to arms
attuned as if to whispered word
whilst marching in the breeze.
Heather carpets
hug the feet of giant firs;
canopied in hats of verdigris.
Supple limbs half clothed
in spikes of emerald green.
Flanking
white sheeted panjandrums
bear witness to the secret vale;
harsh, self-important by themselves
they rise majestic, comely crowned.
Their alabaster collarets
receiving touch of heaven’s kiss
upon their moistened brows.
atop resplendent scenery
fits my stance as heaven’s throne.
Its presence bids my sight
be overwhelmed;
whilst sitting in repose
as to horizon
Mother Earth unfolds.
Broad winding water
stretched below, cuts a swathe.
Flecks of rainbows dance
downward, onward fleeing
to a fluid jewel;
a mirrored plain of
shattered blinding light.
Golden-headed soldiers
throng valley’s rolling slopes.
Commandeered in silent reveille
by nature’s call to arms
attuned as if to whispered word
whilst marching in the breeze.
Heather carpets
hug the feet of giant firs;
canopied in hats of verdigris.
Supple limbs half clothed
in spikes of emerald green.
Flanking
white sheeted panjandrums
bear witness to the secret vale;
harsh, self-important by themselves
they rise majestic, comely crowned.
Their alabaster collarets
receiving touch of heaven’s kiss
upon their moistened brows.
Published 5th Jul 2010
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5th Jul 2010 8:21pm
'Heather carpets
hug the feet of giant firs'
'Supple limbs half clothed
in spikes of emerald green.'
I loved these two bits. I think there's some great images in this...but at times I find it really hard to read without faltering and stumbling...it's very wordy and complex, and I feel as if it really wants to flow smoothly, but it's hard for it to do that because of some of lengthy words, I think.
hug the feet of giant firs'
'Supple limbs half clothed
in spikes of emerald green.'
I loved these two bits. I think there's some great images in this...but at times I find it really hard to read without faltering and stumbling...it's very wordy and complex, and I feel as if it really wants to flow smoothly, but it's hard for it to do that because of some of lengthy words, I think.
6th Jul 2010 1:21am
thanks for the feedback.
I'll leave it a while and when i do an edit will surely take to heart your words.
:)
I'll leave it a while and when i do an edit will surely take to heart your words.
:)
