Thirlmere in May
Dark green against light green,
Sylvan swathe to dappled edge,
Olive, gunmetal and indigo,
Rippled mirror to tumultuous sky,
White and cream swirled in azure,
Vaporous canopy to vaulted slope,
Sable and puce marbled by grey,
Splintered crags above shaly screes,
Slate and beige churned with ash,
Parched streaks down umber side,
Sage and viridian stippled with ochre,
Verdant sweep to forest floor,
Lead and silver ebon veined,
Knuckled bark in shadows merge,
With dark green against light green.
<Deleted User> (6195)
Fri 4th May 2012 16:37
We're trying to do something different, I think. Mine is built up over the 7 parts, and follows (roughly) the form of a Requiem Mass. Yours is a stand alone piece.
I take the point of others commentators about yours, that the palette of words is rich, yet the piece as a whole seems to sidestep a lyrical construction. In my poem I was striving to draw metphor from the lake as part of a narrative, whereas you appear to be trying to translate the experience of viewing it into words. Mine was written several years ago, shortly after the events that sparked it, and was six months in the making. For me to begin re-writing it now would be too artificial a reconstruction I think. Perhaps that's not the case for you? I appreciated your comments, btw! MS