Sunday, October 7, 2018

Woman In The Wind Comments

Rating: 5.0

Sheets of rusted corrugated iron
clatter in the gusts against its walls—
the black house mossed with memories of childhood.
It passed like sunset blushed across the kyles.
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John Beaton
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Me Poet Yeps Poet 30 November 2018

This morning and each morning since she married she's borne the water-buckets from the burn to wash away the woad of savage living expecting neither respite nor return. Just beautiful O Canadien Such beaches I too have seen...many rags now from one time's richness some day we may meet at the those shores from some river may be stay friendly

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John Beaton 30 November 2018

Thnanks, Poet Poet. A pleasure to know you connected with this. John

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Kostas Lagos 07 October 2018

Fantastic writing John! Left me speechless!

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