Sunday, 25 January 2009

I remember this: walking down a night in what we hear as silence. Only the tread of gravel, the dark's notes of owl and leaf.

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Jo Hemmant
florescence

12 comments:

paisley said...

as always "our jo" shines......she is sea glass as it sparkles among the stones....

Michelle said...

Absolutely beautiful, Jo.

I love it.

christopher said...

Listen to Jo, she knows how silence
Is featherlight in the quiet spaces
Found between small night noises.

christine said...

Reading this makes me want to go on a retreat in a quiet place and just listen. Beautiful, Jo.

Rethabile said...

Yea! This is very nice, Jo. Evocative.

gale said...

I remember a lot of things too. But at least I don't spend my time going over it all like a broken record

Anonymous said...

You're sounding like a broken record now, gale.

Jo said...

Thanks for the positive comments. Paisley and Christopher, you left stones too *smile*. Gale I'm scratching my head at yours.

...deb said...

It's a crystal revelation. Lovely.

Dale said...

Lovely. (I wouldn't spend a lot of head-scratching on Gale's comment: a creature in a trap bites anything within reach, I'm afraid.)

Julie said...

Beautiful, Jo. I feel so calm and peaceful when I read these words. You've captured the essence of the moment perfectly.

jem said...

I like the way you've embodied the sounds in the things themselves - the leaf and the gravel then have as much life as the owl.