Saturday, 7 February 2009

Snow Field

The sheep in next door's field
disconsolate at the sudden
disappearance of their grass.

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Caroline M Davies
Advancing Poetry

5 comments:

Elizabeth said...

disconsolate -- such a beautiful word

Fiona Robyn said...

I think it's one of my all-time favourites, Elizabeth. Somehow the sound of it conjures the meaning.

Dave King said...

I agree with Elizabeth and Fiona: the best yet. Superb.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I can see their faces, very evocative

jem said...

Made me smile - they must be so puzzled.