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Hightail Highway.

Posted on 14/02/2019 by Sommer Cullingford

Fretting whales of sod
dressed in sheets
of honey,
sly in green
with white flags,
trembling to be seen.

Atop those swollen bites
I spy tiny boats
nodding on the eden
sea’s swooning –
streamers skirting the ring.

Tracing its crown,
I find freedom
snaking out
from beneath
the city’s seed
soiled harlot-hems.

Turned, I am then
rinsed beyond
the borders,
bound for the hush
of the outland
orders.

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6 thoughts on “Hightail Highway.”

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  2. peterlebaige peterlebaige says:
    23/02/2019 at 12:31 pm

    Wonderful to see you back, Sommer, and with these flashes of ocean.

    I think that it takes intense concentration to write in a short form; the pithiness is usually filed out of a longer saying of it. Sometimes I try to do it, often I just go with the longer, lazier saying.

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  3. john keast john keast says:
    22/02/2019 at 2:27 pm

    Fretting whales of sod
    dressed in sheets
    of honey,
    sly in green
    with white flags,
    trembling to be seen.

    Wonderful, Sommer.

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  4. Sommer Cullingford Sommer Cullingford says:
    18/02/2019 at 11:57 am

    Thanks for your comment, Dean! It’s good to be back.

    No, it very much ends with the whim to escape because I couldn’t actually realise my dream of absconding the city on the afternoon I wrote this – it’s more an observation of the urban filth from a highpoint, and a dream to escape than an epic. I prefer to write short-form poems, myself anyway. Vignettes of contemplation – like a quick scene from a dream than a complete odyssey.

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    1. Dean English Dean English says:
      18/02/2019 at 12:53 pm

      Although I don’t drink these days I can still write like a drunken ramble of which less than half is worth saying! pithy is good. But anyway welcome back it’s been awhile

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  5. Dean English Dean English says:
    16/02/2019 at 3:02 pm

    I like very much the play of sounds. There is something about the rhyme of orders that makes it feel like the poem must continue

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