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Gyppo

Her aura was usually green A verdant spring green, pulsing with life and hope, standing well clear of her body. Occasionally scarlet with anger, her rage at fate repelling boarders, friend or foe alike. Sometimes a pale grey like over-washed denim, clinging close to her physical body, echoing a rec...

What a pleasant surprise to see this garnering attention again. You've certainly added a liitle bounce to an otherwise grey, wet, and generally miserable November day.  For this, as well as your comments, I thank you. Jackie, if it was her, fits firmly in the category of what Mum used to describe as...

Not always.  A swirl of wind borne dirt or sand usually only means there's a strong wind blowing.  But an unexpected scent may start the brain searching for am image to match.. I read somewhere the the human mind is hard wired to try and 'make sense' of the various stimuli which may impinge upon it....

Voices On The Wind Occasionally it truly happens. You hear your name on the wind, and you fight it. Wishful thinking,  a guilty conscience, acoustic tricks, a psychological aberration? Recognising the voice your sane self says ignore it. If it's the dead calling you acknowledge their hold, their pl...

Dave, This speaks to me of the near permanance of granite and other rocks, barring glacial rearrangement, volcanic upheaval, or human meddling. But even more it underlines the essential dichotomy of human nature.  The way nomads feel an urge to settle, then grow dissatisfied with their fixed home an...

Just recently I've been tied up with physical things, and the poetic impulse has been very much on the 'back boiler'.  But I've been looking through old stuff this evening, written in  one of the 'pressure cooker' NAPO events, and felt it was time to give this one an airing Gyppo ===== Not what it's...

Dave, If you're going to change the title the first line would be good. But how about just the first five words. A hole in the ocean poses a question .  Water doesn't, generally speaking, have holes.  It's an enticing and intriguing premise which I suspect many potential readers would feel compelled...

Ah, Man's infinite capacity for meddling.  For playing the 'What if?' card.

Very nicely wrapped up, Colm, with a light touch.  

Where would be be without Eve to blame?

Gyppo

 

Kate. If you think you can read these words aloud at her funeral then don't even try to change it.  Seriously. Funeral poems aren't about literary perfection, they're 'gut level' stuff.  Family  and friends  will smile at parts of it and that will be because they're remembering her too.  She sounds ...