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very beautiful Swiss.
Makes me kind of want to be her, even though she's mad.
(In stanza two - the blue of here eyes, should that be her? here would be an interesting choice too, but open to people assuming it's a typo)
maybe not mad more jusr...er... particular!
(it was a typo - cheers for that)
well i like her either way!
We really do gaze at people with almost numb & sheeplike ways - she looks like that so she's this. Next please!
I love that she whispers rainbows - why can't we see that her world is so much more interesting than ours?
Very well imagined. You adapt language to your purposes in the manner of Dylan Thomas.
She seems like Dawn to me, rising and striking the grasses, the meadow flowers, with an incandescent, magical light that "lifts the sky with song." I like that "green ache of spring born lambs" very much, and the idea that she whispers in rainbows.
What is "the know wood of her calves"?
Quite brilliant. I'd love to meet her.
wow, this amazing ending, the whole poem is so rich, humming with colours and light - hard to imagine an ending which could overpower it, yet this:
the holy woman of colours is unaware
it is summer rain woven on her tongue
and if she whispers it is a rainbow
i adore!
thanks all and apologies for the really quite frightening number of typos bat-beat, know-know etc) in that. i'd make an excuse and say it was all last minute but really i'm just lazy.
is her world more interesting? i think they're both the same.
and dylan thomas? why thank you. but the only thing i have in common with him is that i've been frighteningly drunk in the white horse more times than i care to remember!
i'm glad i got away with the rainbow thing. i wasn't so sure!
Ah, so beautiful, exquisite images - and she is beautiful indeed, what do those dumb clods of passers-by know? Loved the way it ended too, on a whispered rainbow...
'the holy woman of colours is unaware
it is summer rain woven on her tongue
and if she whispers it is a rainbow '
For fex sake! Fantastic!
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