Your image of the city has an auterity about it. Simply the impersonal feel, even with city snow... Tired Monk lives in a better place. The city is far enough away to allow him the peace he requires.. ( Rather like myself living in Macclesfield, as opposed to the city of Manchester. Thanks for your comment Ollie!!)
You have captured a lovely image within the clearing (love that).
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ReplyDeleteGood stuff, per always.
ReplyDeleteOld Ollie,
ReplyDeleteYour image of the city has an auterity about it. Simply the impersonal feel, even with city snow...
Tired Monk lives in a better place. The city is far enough away to allow him the peace he requires..
( Rather like myself living in Macclesfield, as opposed to the city of Manchester. Thanks for your comment Ollie!!)
Best Wishes, Eileen
I really like the sound of these lines:
ReplyDelete'the Tired Monk
slips through drifts
walking stick steadies'
So beautiful - makes me want to go for a walk at night! In the country the stars are glorious.
ReplyDeleteWell written! Reminds me of winter.
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Another beautiful, evocative image.
ReplyDeleteI don't want to walk in those cold city nights...
ReplyDeleteNice one ~
another treat, but b-r-r-r-r!
ReplyDeleteYou draw the tired monk clearly, and then the whole scene is lit by that last line.
ReplyDeletethat "black snow" only appears when the lights are behind it... it's a specific image that always surprises me.
ReplyDeletethis made me want to walk those same dark, cold streets...
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