tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post3005548637690281968..comments2024-02-24T11:28:02.310+00:00Comments on Poetry in Progress: Marion McCreadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-43271979885093677692011-11-20T14:59:59.657+00:002011-11-20T14:59:59.657+00:00thankyou both, I'm glad you like it :)thankyou both, I'm glad you like it :)Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-78351846581354470452011-11-18T15:05:08.883+00:002011-11-18T15:05:08.883+00:00and what ending!!!
and I wake,
the heart of a cor...and what ending!!!<br /><br />and I wake,<br />the heart of a cormorant<br />beating in my chest. <br /><br /><br />marvelous!Roxanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05650840495095863057noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-48475299353424226562011-11-18T14:17:45.067+00:002011-11-18T14:17:45.067+00:00Then let me get my foot in the door before you whi...Then let me get my foot in the door before you whip it off again: this is an improvement. It was good to start with but this is better.<br /><br>Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-28946077724062850342011-11-18T14:14:16.845+00:002011-11-18T14:14:16.845+00:00now I'm confusing everyone! I removed it becau...now I'm confusing everyone! I removed it because I'd vastly reworked it, I've just added the second draft :)Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-50712689846257499022011-11-18T14:12:32.025+00:002011-11-18T14:12:32.025+00:00And this poem was up for barely a day! What are yo...And this poem was up for barely a day! What are you playing at?<br /><br />‘Sula Sgeir’ is a much better piece than the previous three. It’s a painting in words. It doesn’t pretend to tell a story and even though there is an ‘I’ in the poem the narrator is not the focus of the poem; she’s simply there, the ear in the forest that hears the tree fall. My favourite line though has to be ‘a gulp of birds troubling its air’ – quite beautiful.<br /><br>Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-52408695623797287172011-11-18T14:04:30.642+00:002011-11-18T14:04:30.642+00:00Already gone!! I came back to read this again, and...Already gone!! I came back to read this again, and I am too late ... sorry I missed it ....James Owenshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07614935078978354375noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-21647663139712097182011-11-18T10:35:04.171+00:002011-11-18T10:35:04.171+00:00thankyou!thankyou!Marion McCreadyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657757253873577465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28238816.post-39111341800731231312011-11-17T22:42:22.988+00:002011-11-17T22:42:22.988+00:00This is an aural feast!This is an aural feast!Titushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16380213493011623153noreply@blogger.com