AS ONE DOES
We tramped the shadows
out of Sunday
at Lake Mahinerangi
found a late sun
dazzling sheep and puddles,
three translucent children
skimming schist
across the afternoon.
CB
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Surprises! I don't know how you get away with "skimming schist," but you do.
ReplyDeleteI also like "tramped the shadows/ out of Sunday."
"Sunday" that day thrown from the calendar can be empty or full, and all the variations of gloom and dazzle.
Ah, that Otago feel--something of a Marilyn Webb painting to this one as well--perhaps its the "shadows" or the "skimming schist" or simply "Lake Mahinerangi?"
ReplyDeleteSchist into gold. Beautiful, Claire. I'm right there.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeletesimple,evocative,real.Love it.
ReplyDelete"skimming schist/across the afternoon" - lovely!
ReplyDeleteDear Mim --- ah yes, Sundays definitely contain 'all the variations of gloom and dazzle.' I was a boarding school girl and Sundays were the most poignant days of the week. The same sense of malady/melody still visits me from time to time all these years later.
ReplyDeleteI hope you're well, Mim, and enjoying the late summer days. Signs of Spring are starting to appear over here which means you're likely to be noticing Autumn approaching?
Wishing you dazzling days...
Love, Claire
Hi Helen - Lake Mahinerangi is Marilynn Webb country, for sure. The two are almost synonymous!
ReplyDeletePen, Sarah, Richard & Tim - thank you for 'going there', to the place with its weight and its light.
ReplyDeleteL, C