Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (beauty)

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Jill Ashforth on Sugarworks for me (Mon, 26 Aug 2019 08:53 pm)

Rain

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Darkly damson silky petals flop

hanging gently in mid air.

They cluster together splashing colour vividly amongst the greenery.

A spray of white blossom hangs over the dusky velvety leaves

and their light accents glow.

In the background water makes its way downhill,

flowing gently between the mossy stones

and the feathery ferns waving in the breeze.

 

Bird song completes...

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Inverleith Park at Sunset

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The trees gather at the water's edge,

studying their reflections,

entranced.

Admiring their own grandeur,

the fine lines of their winter coats

revealed in the pond at their feet,

they murmur approval as they quiver their branches.

I walk amongst them

and worship at their beauty.

The clouds are reflected in the water

and glow as if echoing the opinion of the trees.

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Skipness

The horizon stretches

to infinity as cerulean sky

meets ultramarine:

the sky embraces the sea with a kiss,

 

and I feel as though I must soon melt

into the foaming, salty waters

trickling through my toes.

The sun beats harshly upon the crown of my head,

 

and my skin prickles,

droplets of moisture surfacing

amongst the bloom of heat on my cheeks.

I inhale the...

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Blaikie Wood

The traffic fumes and roars, deafening my thoughts.

Bark glistens in wrinkled folds with charcoal accents, smudged.

An electric blue flashes cool and a flood of beauty washes over me

as dark, emerald burrs softly quiver.

A wall of trees shields and deadens all sounds.

Silence beckons me.

 

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