WEEK 3 - CREATIONS
Originally published at CANDY'S BLOG. You can comment here or there.
This week instead of devouring what has been learnt about Blake and regurgitating it I thought that I would write some poetry…
As the sun sets
on a sorrowful day
the wind blows
through your
dark curls
your dress
clings
to your
moistened body
and your feet
make their imprint
on the soaked sand
the waves
they crash
on ageless rocks
and the clouds rumble
in an ominous nature
You are unphased
as your free spirit
dips its toes into inspiration
as your smile
runs across
your young face
those eyes they glisten
and you hands
they hold the wind
as it fiercely brushes
past you.
Twirling
as you outstretch your shall
your bangles clink together
reminding you of a tune
your father used to sing
when you were wrapped
in his strong gypsy arms
amongst the trees
of an unknown forest.
You remember
your childhood
when you ran across
small quiet towns
pressing your bare feet
and your scarfed head
upon their thoughts…
you would return at night
to your comfort
a fire, music and laughter
Now older,
I wish I had your freedom
your whimsical nature
untouched by the burning
of modern life
of responsilbility
and
expectation.
I wish
I were you
dear sweet
musical gypsy.
by Candice Insuasti
My comment for this week was on Bec’s Word Press:
http://studentblogs.acu.edu.au/becb/2009/08/14/week-three-entry/comment-page-1/#comment-2
here it is:
hey there,
i really liked the parallels you drew here between the bees and native australians, great work. it was particularly good to see you adding a sort of poetic touch to malouf it worked surprisingly well and it helped me picture the scene more successfully as when it is given to me in a block it is a bit more difficult. thanks again for sharing some solid work,
cheers
candy