My Thoughts Are Bared and Lost
to amber flares of bracken, there
in the deep floodwaters
of last night’s storm, a moment snared
on the heather heaths and meaty petrichor,
crows fly the low wintered sun, and
you and I are lost in the New Forest
where air owns the sounds of church bells
and the hued views of the River Itchen.
Written for Miz Quickly’s Day 22: EZ Rhyme. The image is my own: The River Itchen. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter ©Misky 2021
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12 responses to “Miz Quickly’s Day 22: EZ Rhyme”
I used to live on the banks of the Itchen, but in Southampton.
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It’s a beautiful chalk stream up near Winchester. What’s it like further south?
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Yeah, there are a couple in that area. We used to love going to Mottisfont – used to cycle thee – which is the Test, In Soton it is very built up – I was in Ocean Village and I looked across to the shipbuilders in Woolston.
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I love the Test Valley. We make an annual visit to the Peat Spade pub in Longstock (Stockbridge) for lunch followed by a long walk. Ocean Village is my husband’s dream location. He’d love to live on the water and have a sailboat.
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Nice capture, MIsky. Thanks.
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Thanks for a great new word Misky, and I loved the way you used the word meaty rather than earthy to describe it. So much more palpable! 👏👍
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Thanks, and I’ve always thought of that scent as being savoury.
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👍
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The is great, Misky! You have worked in the sounds seamlessly and made a beautiful vision.
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poem and photo!
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Thank you!
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