Rain all week, and we bent
to it, the storied views all blurred
green-blue, gray beyond the steady swipe
of windscreen wipers from Dublin
to Cork, Kerry to Clare, Galway to Spiddal
and from one more sweeping sea-drenched
cliff-drive we came to his shop–dry
earth-fragrant, stacks of tall willows
in surprising colors, nature-grown, stacks
of finished baskets, bowls. With sun-glint
smile he walked us through the shaping–
how these things are made deftly, steady
with patience.
PAD Chapbook Challenge, Day 2; the prompt is “surrender.”
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Ah, I can see it now. Thanks for the morning drive across Ireland 🙂
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🙂 I pulled out my travel book with the beautiful pictures. Great memory-stroll.
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This is like sitting in a train, going past landscapes, especially this –
and from one more sweeping sea-drenched
cliff-drive we came to his shop–dry
earth-fragrant …
Beautiful verse. *
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Thank you. Love that idea of a train ride.
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Lovely!
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I love the contrast – the rainy dry versus the dry shop – plus the unexpectedness of having the shopkeeper wear a “sun-glint smile.”
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This reminds me of a day in Tangiers. Yes, that sentence is a poem in itself. But the problem was we were so irritated by the time we found the shop!!! Love all the emotion in the rain.
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I want to read the poem about Tangiers. 🙂
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Some day, maybe it will exist!
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