Monday, 31 January 2011

After storm

the last breath
of the turning tide
leaves
scraps of fractured fronds
along the sand
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6 comments:

  1. Kat Mortensen31 January 2011 at 10:00

    This is gorgeous and I love your poetry!
    I see you're on Islay - a magnificent spot, indeed and let me thank you for your malt whiskies!

    Kat

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  2. Sam Pennington31 January 2011 at 11:22

    Yes, you've made me want to move to Islay, Mavis, and I have to confess a soft spot for the malts too! I've really enjoyed your poetry, hope you're going to carry on with the blog xxx

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  3. Mavis31 January 2011 at 14:09

    Thanks Kat and Sam - yes I plan to continue and to post photos of the things that inspire the words; but I will be in London and Birmingham for about 3 weeks so will have to seek inspiration in an urban setting. As to Islay malts - I'm almost afraid to say I'm not keen on whisky at all. But have you tried Islay Bruichaddich gin? The Botanist. It contains plants gathered on Islay by myself and my husband! Cheers.

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  4. EMM31 January 2011 at 15:45

    I've really enjoyed your posts Mavis. When our granddaughter was born we bought her parents a bottle of Islay malt as her name is Isla! Keep blogging! xxx

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  5. Cynthia31 January 2011 at 17:39

    Your writing is exquisite. I've really enjoyed your posts and hope you'll be continuing. I look forward to more of it. Peace.

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  6. Kat Mortensen1 February 2011 at 13:13

    Will look for the gin, but I'm not sure if we can get it here, Mavis.

    Kat

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