THE BAROMETER TUMBLES

The barometer tumbles

the rise of an ocean

an exodus of air

the barrage of thick lipped breath

implies vespers

            over the shrinking day.

 

            A drover spots the booming wind

sheep ripple as the moan takes hold.

Stones press hard into the advance

the shuddering horizon hears the call,

shrugs its pewter shoulders in a heave

and rain begins to fall.

◄ UPLIFTING MOBILITY

THE LOG MAN ►

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raypool

Tue 22nd Sep 2015 14:37

Very kind Stu. I was trying for a sort of Ted Hughes atmosphere, a moorland scene. You probably experience more of this kind of thing in Wales than I do; but I have been everywhere man. Robert Frost eh? wow!

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Stu Buck

Tue 22nd Sep 2015 09:46

ah this is lovely. thick lipped breath, booming wind, pewter shoulders. its like a weather forecast read out by robert frost. i love the way you have stretched and beautified what is essentially a brief change in atmospherics. brilliant.

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