that golden sun
rounds green edge
of Buckfast bottle
and shines through
where tonic wine
should slosh in
concrete gutter
without grass
Erringnesses in Perfection Class (Finnegans Wake 279.n1)
This week, I finally had the chance to use an adapted version of an activity I first read about...
nice textures in that last line…hard textures….perhaps playing off the empty bottle as well….nice..
Thanks Brian. I was mostly thinking about the contrast between the shiny green glass (and the EVIL liquid it once contained) and the dirty ground it was on.
I like the play of colours and textures in this. The bright-sun beginning, and the light play in the green glass, I’m thinking:lovely! Then–the grassless concrete at the end works with the mention of the bottle to tell me what was really going on.
Thank you, Chris. It was a beautiful day out, though I’m fairly certain whoever emptied the bottle didn’t think so!
A touch of light, against the gutter darkness…just watch out, even the shards of that can prove quite sharp.
Definitely–though the shards probably aren’t as dangerous as what was once inside the bottle. 😉
Elizabeth i love
Thank you!
I think that your ability to let the thing be what it is a very tough thing to do. We often want to see something in things, have them speak to us of other meanings and significance. I think there’s a need often to just acknowledge that things are things and usurp or undermine that search for meaning.
Thank you. It’s definitely something I have to be conscious (and conscientious) about. Reading Imagists helps.