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 Robinson © 2012
Fairy wings (Photo credit: kendiala)
03/10/2012 at 10:58
magical
03/10/2012 at 15:11
Thank you Louann
03/10/2012 at 11:39
I felt airborne for a while.
03/10/2012 at 15:12
Delighted ~ just the right feeling
03/10/2012 at 12:29
Lovely!
03/10/2012 at 15:12
Thanks Joe
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!
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
03/10/2012 at 15:57
Polly–well done! This has so many layers to it, it is deceptive in its simplicity. Love it!
03/10/2012 at 15:59
Thank’ee kindly ma’am, she said
03/10/2012 at 22:14
Like the movement in this very much Polly.
03/10/2012 at 22:43
Thanks Holly
04/10/2012 at 00:23
Grand work – the moment and the place were vividly evoked.
04/10/2012 at 02:59
Cheers Seb
04/10/2012 at 09:57
Free flowing and very appealing !
04/10/2012 at 10:51
Lovely to see Flaxy Wings is appealing to you Sanah