Thursday, 13 October 2011

Time to Rhyme

The constant trees beyond my window, stately stood against the sky. Clouds adorned with whirling jackdaws. How I wish that I could fly.

“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.” - Edgar Allan Poe


Mari G said...

"Clouds adorned with whirling jackdaws" Very nice, Susannah!
I presume the jackdaws were making a racket as well!

Susannah said...

They certainly were! Good to see you Mari. x

Anonymous said...

Great rhythm and rhyme here and a wonderful use of words.

Susannah said...

Thank you. ;-) It is good to see you. x

Barb said...

I like thinking about "constant trees" - I have some, too. But flying? I'll let that to you.

Susannah said...

:-) Good to see you Barb.

Hildred and Charles said...

So nice to see you again with your beautiful words, Susannah.

Susannah said...

Thank you so much Hildred, it is wonderful to see you again. :-) x

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