Changing.
Macaroon sky,
white-ruffled and fluffed
like meringue pie
rising in oven.
Roan-streaked twilight
night-stained and greying
like grains of rye
simmered in gravy.
Cloud-domed above
changing and crusted
like boiled parsley duff
not stirred well enough
Wind-beaten shore
cheesy and mould-slaked
like bread long stored
means storm on the way.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: September 23rd, 2019 02:04
- Comment from author about the poem: A fun-look at weather signs - - hope you enjoy.
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Your colourful words take me to that place. I like Stilton as well. LOL.
Stilton it is then when you next see a wind-beaten beach dear Andy - - thank you kindly for joining in my bit of fun.............
I thought that lot was just last night's supper the missus left int'oven cos i came home late last neet.
Rekkon as theres a storm a brewin reet enough.
Well - 'would be a reet 'ammerin' if that wind-beaten beach got any mouldier D.A, - - thanks so much for tasting my fun-look at the changing sky.
A tasty write Fay. I don't fancy the mouldy bread though!
Thank you for tasting my fun-write dear Orchi.
seems to me you have a full house there Fay...
I would shout bingo and get outa there before that storm breaks and the squid ink risotto boils over and gets too lumpy.....
Ha ha - - you see even more than I do in that mackerel sky my friend - thank you most kindly for tasting my fun-write on changing cloud-pictures.
I love that old Daphne du Maurier quote Fay.. and I think she may have written it not far from where you are....
Yes - re. the Du Maurier quote and her closeness to my home Nev - Fowey her chosen waterside place is not far away and two years ago I stayed in Ferry Boat Hotel next door to her favourite holiday house where she wrote Frenchman's Creek - - it is called Ferryside - at Bodinnick and I spoke to her son who still lives there. Ah - -- what a writer that lady was............. x
ANGELA HERE (10am Tuesday) - No Clinic til 2pm so I can catch up on MPS. Brian & I love Nature & Clouds etc so it rang a BELL ! The Maoris use Clouds a lot to forcast the Weather etc. I loved the Nature Fest with you - beautiful visual metaphores ! Cloud merangues - Sky grits 'n gravy - Cumulus smothered in Parsley Sauce & a Gorganzola Shore - AMEN !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Love ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
Thank you for tasting all my fun-words on cloud-changing patterns dear Angela - do hope they gave you a smile.
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