Sunday 26 January 2014
winter 1978
the mill by andrew wyeth 1964
the waggons broken
we hefted the hay on our backs
out to the fields
finding the missing ones
buried in the white out
just a small air hole
letting us know their place
freed they skitter to the flock
then find food and comfort
i stretch my back
my breath steams with the exertion
the fluttering comes again
close pulled coat protects
i hope the next night is easier
for us all.
in another life.....on a hill farm.....harsh winters......we are all mothers....
the mag is here for the other poets work
Labels:
farming,
life,
motherhood,
poems,
poetry,
scotland,
tess kincaid,
the mag
Monday 13 January 2014
White Horses
we ride the swell
your hooves submerged
in a sea green foam
flanks dripping salt water
but we go on
dappled sunlight on dappled grey
hands wound round
coarse white mane
as i grip to stay with you
wind whipping
slaps laughter back at me
as you rear and buck
with the joy
of galloping with the white horses.
My interpretation of this amazing picture of la Jument of the coast of Brittany by Jean Guichard, to see the others go to The Mag.
Labels:
horses,
lighthouse,
poems. tess kincaid,
poetry,
the mag,
the sea
Sunday 5 January 2014
rain splashed cobbles
reflects light
in your eyes
flecked gray
shadows lengthen
the lifetime of cracks
and crevasses
which we tip-toe carefully over
in places a tiny shoot of green
battles against the odds
of crushing disappointment.
Its been a while......the madness of work saps all originality....see the others here.
Labels:
cobbles,
disappointment,
life,
magpie tales.poems,
poetry,
stone
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