What a wild wind today
in Wimbledon Park,
80 mph they say,
mischievous, shameless,
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A truly admirable poem in its charactar, flow and choice of words. TO
I especially like the opening sections, Mikey, the observation about the line between fun and destruction. You balance the allusions to both these concepts with great skill.
Strange. I was lounging on the settee, watching a row of poplars bending over in unison as if paying homage to an unseen king......then got up, and this was the first poem I saw. I love the vision of those sumo wrestler shirts! Great poem, Michael. Love, Fran xxx
Somehow, I don't see the mischief in the wind. Perhaps in the hands of the remote control's owner. Admit it Michael, you were giving the directions, weren't you? By the way, one of your best.(i.e. very entertaining.) Danny
Michael, what a splendid poem. Love the way you personalize the wind - it's obviously very young and very naughty (shameless) and yet always appealing. The sumo wrestlers on the washing line is brilliant and the magpie nuns flying in their silly habits. So different from the terrifying north winds fanning our bushfires in Australia... love, Allie xxxxxxxxxx