on 11/3/02 8:41 am, Arthur at [log in to unmask] wrote:
Interesting, Arthur. been there!
Am I wrong or is swuthering Lancs while Cwm is Welsh? I don't think you can
mix dialects/regional words like that very successfully. But that's a minor
point.
I like come, cwm, calm, loom, and perhaps you could have pulled in a few
more of the rhyme words into this group - conquest, cheeks, seem a bit alien
to the poem and relief and mist are a bit obvious. Nit-picking only.
Sally E
> Climbing on a Bad Day.
>
> We turn from the cairn to face the flurries
> of a sleet-thick, bladed rain as it sheets
> down whetted wind. It buffets and bullies,
> rattles my hood and bites my chin and cheeks.
> Now only the wolfish weather and we
> dare the slopes and ragged steeps of the cwm
> where we stumble and find, under the lee,
> out of the wind-song, behind a rock, calm.
>
> Now the swuthering mutes, a blessed relief,
> my breath helmets my head with plumes of mist
> as I blow my fingers to ringing life.
> Hill of winds, cold, fatigue, selves, all overcome,
> we grin, no words, jubilant in conquest.
> Tomorrow's horizons already loom.
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