Read By: Eryl Shields
Written By: Eryl Shields
Length: 0:40
Introduction: This is a short poem inspired the mixing bowl my mother used to make all our cakes in, and that I have now inherited.
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21 comments:
Completely, 100%, excellent.
Love it!
:)
Thanks kids!
Dylan! Get over it - Eryl's here!
Pat ~ you're a true friend.
A turning, mixing rhythm. Beautifully done, Eryl.
Oh, thanks CD.
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura...
!?...passavo per un saluto!
Rosa ~ my Italian is incredibly sketchy, so although I can translate most of the words it's a very literal translation that makes little sense, but thank you. I passed by your blog but couldn't leave a comment.
Really enjoyed. . shall be back..x
Chazza ~ cool, I'll try and think of something else to give you. Thanks for stopping by and actually commenting.
PS. love your name, it reminds me of my school days.
beautiful poem - just love it!
AIV ~ Thank you so much for letting me know.
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Fantastic blog.
Called by to let you know the first book in my series is (finally!) hitting the shelves in June. Please check my blog if you're interested - Cut Short by Leigh Russell. Watch out for an invitation to my Virtual Book Launch which will be coming your way soon (if I can work out how to scan my signature...)
Hi there! I hope that you may have some time to feel free to visit my blog. :)
Hello Eryl,
Thanks for visiting. Glad you've discovered and like Melrose. Hope it lasts! I enjoyed hearing your poem and that you were "inspired" by the bowl to write it. I shall be posting a poem (ahem) tomorrow inspired by the Read Write Poem website's weekly prompt.
Leigh ~ :)
Jm ~ I will visit your blog in the morning.
Derrick ~ In that case I will come over first thing.
I was quite startled by Melrose: it's so pretty, has a real buzz about it, and it's only about an hours drive along a beautiful road. I don't know how I hadn't found it before!
As this blog has slightly fallen off the twig you can find me more regularly at my main blog thekitchenbitchponders.blogspot.com
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Brilliant. It's amazing the feeling such a simple object can invoke. When I was looking up storytelling pieces I also found this one and thought it was great. I Wanted to share it with others who can appreciate it.
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