tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post9006634733570471956..comments2024-01-18T05:29:43.265-05:00Comments on The Music In It: Adele Kenny's Poetry Blog: Prompt #250 –Who?ADELE KENNYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556261298519747516noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-8064200392907451652016-03-23T14:11:30.494-04:002016-03-23T14:11:30.494-04:00Well done, Lewis! Thanks so much for sharing!Well done, Lewis! Thanks so much for sharing!Profilehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03964715112614573597noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-18468193497439111162016-03-21T09:05:51.953-04:002016-03-21T09:05:51.953-04:00Nicely done, Lewis!
Adele, this is an interestin...Nicely done, Lewis! <br /><br />Adele, this is an interesting prompt, a bit more searching than the typical persona poem idea. Thanks, as always, for inspiring us. Jamie Morrisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272430209314356497.post-1615308363946710522016-03-20T16:14:04.863-04:002016-03-20T16:14:04.863-04:00What John Betjeman Saw Along The River
An arc of...What John Betjeman Saw Along The River <br /><br />An arc of riverbank has fallen away and as if to a harbour <br />the admiral on the flagship of a red-sailed fleet <br />with his fellow sailors now the butterflies sailing on twigs. <br /><br />And daffodils with their trumpet head on green stilts <br />the heralds of spring equal in colour to the blackbird's beak <br />raps at the window of a cottage in time for <br />the occupants smoked haddock and the yolk of two eggs, <br />not forgetting the butter to spread on the toast. <br /><br />On the opposite bank, two women on a break for factory lunch <br />to share a sour cream and onion snack <br />of potato chips and watch above on a screen <br />of midday blue, the clockwise spiral of the Honey-buzzard <br />every second closer to the field mouse. <br /><br />The sun high over a hillside quarry cut by men <br />their hammers and chisels silent now in a softer ground. <br />From her oak swill basket, an old blue-eyed woman places <br />flowers in vases by the cemetery's headstones.<br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com