Reminds me of my dad's boyhood home on Snowdon's southern flank now the cottage is a heap of blue slates overrun with thistles and sheep. Only visitors the wind whistling and the rain forever falling and the crows and jackdaws posting the verbal contributions.
after reading your post for more than a year now i find myself read the Scottish and always trying to sort the english in my head before actually reading the English; Line three was easy for me this time; much love...
brings the image of a place unattended for a long time...
ReplyDeletesad and evocative haiku, John,
wishes,
devika
... and the memory searches.
ReplyDeleteFine one John! _m
A bitter-sweet haiku, John...
ReplyDeleteReminds me of my dad's boyhood home on Snowdon's southern flank now the cottage is a heap of blue slates overrun with thistles and sheep. Only visitors the wind whistling and the rain forever falling and the crows and jackdaws posting the verbal contributions.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we have great words in Scotland - but-an-ben is one. Great image, John.
ReplyDeleteafter reading your post for more than a year now i find myself read the Scottish and always trying to sort the english in my head before actually reading the English; Line three was easy for me this time; much love...
ReplyDeleteA powerful moment
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