Had all things become
Covered in this sticky red mud
Dark gruel clinging to every axle
Hanging from bowclips and cartboards and saddlestraps
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The imagery combines with the underlying theme to make this one notewrothy and memorable: '...Anticipating, wishing for escape without waiting/To dredge the channel open, infuse the bench and branch/Ignite lower heaven over a few slackened robes/Asking to receive the rainshower promised, whether true or false, ...' Impressive work.
Heavy mud and helplessness ooze through the lines of this wonderful piece which begs for rain. Oh how we in Australia understand, despite recent floods. Tis said in twenty years all Europe will have a climate like Australia! Heaven forbid! You have given the reader some memorable word pictures in this piece. 'This vile taunt of repugnant meringue', 'weepy half-hearted clouds/The bitterness of pungent bread suffocated in clods of base loam' are certainly three that stand out for me! Perhaps this is a metaphor for something deeper and more personal, but it works fine for me as is - a personal struggle against the power of nature. Style and passion abound. love, Allie xxxx
Scarlett said it first! My favourite line and the welcome and what a comeback indeed... gripping, hitting stuff. Warrants more than one read, and that's a compliment. More! More! t x
That one phrase...pig world from sun up till sundown! WoW! You have been missed here on PH, so Welcome Back! And what a comeback...I think it will take me ten reads to get all of this one under my belt!
Tailor: This one needs and deserves to be read aloud. It has a wonderful rhythm, and a diction that, even apart from meaning, creates a world-weary tone, stacking word over word so that sound blends with sense. Most excellent. -G