Sally,
Thanks for this imaginative poem.
My favourite lines are: High, dry white stone walls
> stalk between Yorkshire and Cumbria
and my least favourite are the last three because I'm not sure what's
intended, especially with ribboning with mist.
BW
Colin
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From: "Sally Evans" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Friday, July 16, 2004 5:52 PM
Subject: New sub: Mist
> Mist
>
> In the skirt of the highlands
> caught in the weave of my mind
> I pick dahlias in a field
> hidden in outer London.
> .High, dry white stone walls
> stalk between Yorkshire and Cumbria
> Northern Italy spins in, sprigged
> with hill villages. Wine
> flows, past and present, annually.
>
> Unfold the places for people!
> Hands on a driving wheel,
> friends who walk and talk
> in a sleeve of time,
> I ribbon with my mist.
>
> Sally Evans
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