Over at Indieoma this week we're talking Wet and Dry. Only most of us are talking wet... as Johnny Others, one of our editors, points out:
"Maybe it's because water makes up 65-80% of a human body, represents around 75% of the world's surface, helps to create the most far-out forests, or simply the fact that (to our knowledge) life is impossible without it; Indieoma invites you to share our excitement at a decidedly moist feature."
I have three soggy poems here. I live in Galway for God's sake - all we know is the wet!
6 comments:
And I thought Auckland was bad! But do the bugs die off in an Irish winter?
"Through the Deep, for Séamus Hosey" had me drowning: got me by the throat, especially the "fingertip.." part...dark and beautiful.
Nuala, congrats on the poems - especially liked Through the Deep...Brava!
Yes, Rachel - the insects are pretty much gone in the cold months. But they are in full force now - buzzing around my house, driving me nuts!
Thanks for nice comments on my poem.
Thanks Liz. I wrote it after a trip to the Aran Islands, where I happened to bump into Seamus H. It's a small literary island!
Tried to leave comment at indeoma but couldn't.Really liked the Galway poem and as usual WRW you had me fishing in the dictionary, for macaronic and skirling-deadly!where do you get all these great words?
I've told Indieoma about that problem - it appears to be sporadic. I dunno.
As for the words, TFE - from reading, I guess.
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