|When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush|
|Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush|
|Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring|
And my take on it is:
In the dim ferny forest under the conifer stand I found the tiny curled nest with the unbelievable, child-paint-box-blue eggs solemn and still. Untouched they lay amid the unfurling ferns and I untouching stole away. Let the shadows hold their secret safe and soft as the birdsong echoed in the pine scented wood.
Sunday, 22 June 2014
Gerard Manly Hopkins
I am struggling with writing at the moment so I have taken this Friday's challenge from Light and Shade and made it a gym session. I love Gerard Manly Hopkins, I feel like I am being smothered in fragrant marshmallow reading his work. I've made my stab at the prompt trying to touch the richness of his description. The quote is: