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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25 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.
WEST PAPUA PEOPLE SAY HIII..........
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
Sorry, I have no idea how to put a link in a comment box.
hour's (argh!)
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.
/www.life123.com/parenting/education/storytelling/the-art-of-storytelling-2.shtml
A wonderful resonant poem here, Eryl. And how lovely to hear the sound of your voice, so British to my Australian ears, so fine, deep and honest.
Absolutely wonderful poem. I love poems that take a new perspective on something ordinary yet so full of symbolism.
James ~ I was sure I'd replied to your comment months ago, do apoligise, and thank you for sharing that link I had a look and it was really interesting.
Elizabeth ~ I thought I'd replied to this too, something about my telephone voice! I love the Australian accent, as I do all accents. Mine, I think, is a bit bland all the interesting sounds have been ironed out.
Lori ~ thank you. This was the first poem I wrote about which my tutor said needed no more work. That was a good day!
o i rather liked that. thanks, eryl.
Love it!
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