Winter Afternoon

Published on: by Croft Gardener Category:Island Life, Poetry, Wildlife 6 Comments
winter afternoon

Like languid trapeze artistes the gulls trace celestial arcs
as a dying sun tints the clouds with ashes of roses.
Effervescent spray breaks over the whale-backed reef
as a clowning troupe of ravens tumble earthward
Icarian feathers black as the cold fingers of night.

6 thoughts on “Winter Afternoon”

  1. Cathy
    December 26, 2012

    Is this penned by local South Uist poet, Christine Johnson? What a wonderful view to have the privilege of finding words to describe – the full-blown drama of the words complements the monochrome image to perfection

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    • croftgarden
      December 27, 2012

      words whispered by the waves
      inspire minimal word pictures
      mere graffiti on the wind
      Thank you, but hardly poems just fragments.

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      • Cathy
        December 28, 2012

        But surely inspirational prose and poetry ARE word pictures, whether minimal or less so?

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  2. b-a-g
    December 27, 2012

    I’ll be looking out for “ashes of roses” next time I see a sunset, at least we have that.

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  3. Mario Mirelez
    December 31, 2012

    ‘The cold fingers of night’ sent a little chill up my spine. Beautifully worded. I would love a few of your thoughtful lines for my New Years post.

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    • croftgarden
      December 31, 2012

      Happy New Year Mario and thank you for your support during my first blogging year. You are very welcome to quote from my posts any time – indeed I take it as a great compliment.

      Reply

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