Adrift on Winter
Spring is beyond the reach of my voice.
Beg as I might,
I might as well beg for light
in the vacuum of night.
There’s a squelch
in everyone’s voice, a ribbonous whine,
’Enough is enough for liquidous sake!’
but the rain still pours,
and the rivers still rise, filling
the last of the dry with its wet,
and my feet ask if they will ever
feel the dryness of land again.
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Margo’s Tuesday Tryouts: A Sense of Land
Loved it, “a ribbonous whine,” and the whole piece – great phrases
you capture the feeling of the endlessness of winter!
Thanks, Esther! I’m sure looking forward to spring!
I empathised with every word of this. Ribbonous whine, for liquidous sake, all is witty and wonderful.
I’m a fairly competent swimmer, so I just keep reminding myself of that when it rains and rains and rains.
Agreed with all, ‘ribbonous whine’ is a great phrase.
Thank you, Margo! I was thinking of that long waffling, willowy, whine of my grand-daughter’s when things aren’t going her way. It’s almost like a siren, and it goes on forever and ever and ever …. I’m so glad that she’s usually a happy little girl.
Oh man! This is great… we’re in the dry season here, and wishing we could share some sunny days and send them your way!
Thanks AJ. I’m looking forward to a few days of sun …. sometime soon, hopefully.
Oh, Misky. This this just wonderful!
Thanks, De. I just tweaked it. All of a sudden I saw where I might improve it.