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Under the Wire

Descending panting from the top
(where god is always in the lower case)
The wind bleached lichen
gives way to greener stuff.
We re-assert a modicum of breathless grace
and skirt the bog (why is such a vastness called a 'mere'?)
much as we skirt the subject
never managing to reach the nub of it.


At the bridge we part
before all our alibis expire.
In your face the rumour of a tear
and I am just a hank of wool
left fluttering on your barbed wire.

 

Jx

WOLOP.nov

◄ Grandmother's Gentleman Caller

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Fkx

Mon 7th Feb 2011 13:16

That image just stays with me... the wool, snagged and fluttering from that barbed wire. That brought a volume and intensity to the poem. TFS.

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Chris Dawson

Sun 21st Nov 2010 09:34

Only just found this ... beautiful.
Cx

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Ann Foxglove

Mon 1st Nov 2010 07:22

I don't seem to have commented on this one though I remember it. (Must have been doing something on Nov 20th 2009 I guess!) I really love it. Better late than never eh! xx

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Rachel McGladdery

Sun 13th Dec 2009 13:01

Lovely stuff this,it had me laughing , (why is such a vastness called a 'mere') and then seconds later gasping in sadness. I really felt it. I also love the imagery, it had me right up on Beacon Fell. Thanks for the emotional work out.
Cheers
Rachel
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Isobel

Mon 7th Dec 2009 19:03

No - you haven't John. You have to edit the poem and stick WOLOP.nov in the tag bit at the bottom, then press update. Hopefully that will work. Cheers.x

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John Aikman

Mon 7th Dec 2009 16:38

Aaaah, I think I've done it. Many thanks to Admin Paul.

: )

Jx

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John Aikman

Mon 7th Dec 2009 16:01

I'd love to tag it...but I don't know how...being a fusty old fuddy duddy 'n all. What does it entail?

: )

Jx

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Isobel

Mon 7th Dec 2009 15:18

John, darling. if I may use that word - tee hee - could you please tag this poem with WOLOP.nov so that people may read it as part of a group. It was nominated as a favourite poem in the informal competition that I run. Thanks.

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Beulah

Thu 26th Nov 2009 15:40

thank you for something good.

<Deleted User> (7073)

Wed 25th Nov 2009 10:19

Read this a couple of times before the penny fully dropped ;-) It is a subtle poem. I wonder how many of us have crossed that bridge at some point ??.
May the orange primate store this one well ;-) .
TC

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Anthony Emmerson

Sat 21st Nov 2009 19:12

Hi John.

Thoroughly enjoyed and admired this. Carefully observed and skilfully expressed. " Larkinish," - and I hope you'll take that as a compliment.Regards,A.E.

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Julian (Admin)

Sat 21st Nov 2009 18:19

Wonderful piece, John. Memories of expiring alibis, and god-endowed climbs and descents, lend a true poignancy to it for me.

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jane wilcock

Sat 21st Nov 2009 18:07

great, I enjoyed this. Jane

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winston plowes

Sat 21st Nov 2009 01:33

Hi again John.. on reflecition, better then Nicely put. Really liked this one, gets better on every reading for me. winston

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Dave Bradley

Fri 20th Nov 2009 19:23

Beautifully understated - I like the way it leaves the reader to fill in the gaps and fill out the pictures, giving us just enough to go on.

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John Darwin

Fri 20th Nov 2009 15:37

That's poetry. Lovely stuuf!

Thanks
John

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winston plowes

Fri 20th Nov 2009 15:25

Nicely put John. Winston

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