celebrating the extraordinary in the ordinary - the official small stone e-zine
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Sidereal
Alone at night on a dock, crouched low on wooden boards, edge of a cool November lake. Black water mirrors a moon suspended above cedars– we wend our way, the moon and I, across a midnight streaked with stars.
5 comments:
Beautiful, Christine, from the title down.
Yes, Christine, it's gorgeous.
Each line carries a load, so that the final effect is to take weight off the poem, and let it just speak. Bravo.
A lovely grey matter painting.
So well captured without subjective intrusions and yet the feeling it evokes is rich.
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