FROM THE POETRY SOCIETY 2015 : 無料・フリー素材/写真
FROM THE POETRY SOCIETY 2015 / summonedbyfells
| ライセンス | クリエイティブ・コモンズ 表示 2.1 |
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| 説明 | Here is Roger Philip Dennis's winning poem from 2014:CORKSCREW HILL PHOTOAll afternoon she counts the soundsuntil the fly-specked room crackles with silence.Even the song thrush noteless. A thick drizzletrickles rivulets down the window pane,smears distance on fields, curtains-off hillsand greens the sagged thatch,aches in the creaking gate and screwswatering eye to misting glass:a hearse skids slowly up the muddy lane,blurs in droplets on a spider-web,spins sideways into darkness… …rattling cough of cattle, rusty tractor, hinge of paint-peeled door, gears of cars forced to back in one-track lanes, buzz of pylons spanning the hum of outboards in the yachtsmen’s creek, yelp of kids in the converted Mill, the soft click-click of a camera-shutter up Corkscrew Hill… The casement steams with sunset. She picks herselfup off the floor, mouth dry as mourner’s grin.Her arm reaches, shakes, reaches again,gathers the clattering jar from the shelf. “Cider?”The landlord frowns, sniffing cat,moth-ball, mould. She squares her backon his fine view – the duck bob,seagull clutter, gape of lime kiln. “And a nip of lovage,”before he can point herthe off-licence hatch in the yard, “to keep out the damp!”and smiles spittle.Her flagon scrapes a scroll of varnishthe length of the bar’s stripped pine,past bleating townies, past the regular’s chairand the corner where the photographersits draining her valleythrough a tilted lens. Roger Philip Dennis. |
| 撮影日 | 2015-08-03 12:52:36 |
| 撮影者 | summonedbyfells |
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