"An idea no longer shrouded in mist, through wave or ether comes to me, like a star from high up in the skies, or a pearl from the bottom of the sea." - Victor Hugo (Les rayons et les ombres)
Like the colourful imagery - the blue box, the blood, the red knife - the sparse use of words Gwil.
Thanks again Pat. I don't know how many poetic forms I've experimented with on this blog. It must be dozens. The Sparse is one of my favourites. Other forms I enjoy playing with include the Sonnet, the Rant, the Chaotic and of course one of your favourites the Double-Sided or Split Effect. It's all grist to the proverbial. It's now snowing again. Big flakes, too.
Like it. Captures something that can be complicated to explain about nature red in tooth and claw and says it simply.
Thanks Dominic. With the arrival of a sort of late spring or maybe an early summer, I trust you've shaken the dead and alive spiders out your trail running shoes. I shall of course check!
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