Lark

The more I read this, the more I like it. The whole poem is stunning, and the apparent paradox of the final stanza is especially profound. Yours, Daniel

This is a beautifully brilliant write Molly ... and that final stanza is,breathtaking ... nothing to change just leave it as is ... funny thing must be birds in the air the poem I am posting later has a bird theme ... wonderful write again love Jayne-Chloe x x x

Because of your last poem Molly I have an orchestral piece playing in my mind (Elgar's Sospiri, Opera 70) that seems to flow to with this piece and grow slowly along with the spreading light of morning and eclipsed by the shadows of the attic, almost as you you are born and reborn every morning in the shadow of words. The spirit of the poem glides along subtly with the rise and fall of the sun and the fall of night, ink blotting out and also soaking up every turn of the light within the folds of time. The whole theme of this is has an melancholic edge but with a mellifluous flow that bows your head in silent prayer... it really is so well written Molly and I have to say Molly, you along with Jayne here, I only wish I could write with such emotion and with such finesse as you portray here. Stunning! Dale :)

There in the dark attic alone among the slowly soaring dust particles you heard the lark, the skylark, that bird, that bird:- Percy Bysche Shelley:- ttp://classiclit.about.com/library/bl-etexts/pshelley/bl-pshel-sky.htm "Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert- That from heaven or near it Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art." Not to compare in any way as your poem is your beautiful story quite other and lovely too, but I couldn't resist as maybe some others haven't experienced it! My mother adored it. And here is this your lark, you choose such lovely things to record Molly. I also like the haïku:- High on a mountain we heard a skylark singing faintly, far below...........................Basho (of course) And suddenly we are so high up! Your poem has a particular feeling seeing out from inside the attic I love that. Love to you dette er bra og følsomt Molly. From Ann i Norge.

A gentle and caressing poem. Quite wonderful. Brian

Congrates on spotlight dear lady ... and Brian hits the nail on the head ... gentle and caressing is definately how I read this one and I had another read you ever inpsire me with your wonderful mind love and hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

the attic is a wonderful place to be ... because there is so little there ... it leaves us no option but to see the fullness of it ... of whatever takes us there ... to see ... to feel ... beautiful ... when I read this ... I'm there in the attic with you ... x