Dust blurred the moon,
a little rain sweated the fields
where in dim machine lights
slim silhouettes were raising dark altars
from newly threshed bails.
The seeded air posted envelopes
of mellowed scents
through the open window,
summoning ghosts of foreign evenings,
as we without words went gusting by
the dark road widening before us.
So well cut like a Savile row suit showing the form so perfectly. Faultless and seemingly effortless Tom. All your work promises trips to unreachable places.
Ray
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Mon 21st Aug 2017 10:34
Lovely stuff Mr Harding : )
Superb piece Tom!
(should bail be bale?)
Fine writing Tom. Beautifully light with great imagery and memorable lines.
Lovely poem Tom, every line has a gem within it.
<Deleted User> (13762)
Mon 21st Aug 2017 07:47
a lesson in poetry writing - make every word count and every line create an image. Thanks for posting Tom.
Col.
Frances Macaulay Forde
Mon 21st Aug 2017 03:27
Such a subtle celebration of fertility!
"The seeded air posted envelopes
of mellowed scents
through the open window,"
and I loved the final line, so full of hope.
Thank you, again, Tom.
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Tom Harding
Sat 26th Aug 2017 15:46
hi all, apologies for the delay- work, a new baby and poetry don't mix. thank you for the kind comments!