Sunday 13 November 2011

Magpie 91
















I wandered like a mote of dust
That floats on high above the stairs,
When all at once, I came across
A host of little wooden chairs.
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
I wondered - whose on earth are these?

(With thanks to Magpie Tales for the photo, and apologies to Wordsworth)

28 comments:

  1. whose chairs of those?

    love the line, you have described the setting thoughtfully.

    inspiring magpie.

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  2. Gives you an whole arena to imagine. I really wonder whose chairs were they.
    Very nice.

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  3. dreamlike and musical
    whose chairs indeed :)

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  4. Could've come straight out of Alice in Wonderland. Charming.

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  5. That picture looks like the scene for an outdoor wedding where non of the guests are expected to get on with each other!

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  6. with the Other Mary, this one's fun and I think thoughtful too in a subtle wider way because I take it that Wordsworth was here first in the form.

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  7. Oh, too wonderful, Frances. Poor Wordsworth. I just love what you've done with him.

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

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  8. Ha! Wonderfully whimsical. So cleverly done!

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  9. heehee

    I'm sure WW is cool with it.

    =)

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  10. The tone of the poem really fit the tone of the photo: magical, mystical and a little bit curious.

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  11. A real improvement on the original!

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  12. really lovely - the first line just drags you in

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  13. Oh, Frances, you've done it again! You do make me laugh.

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  14. Love the photo - and your little rhyme is perfect!

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  15. I love the humour in this one.

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  16. Good poem! Have you read "the Wordsmiths of Gorsemere" by the way? you might enjoy it - it's a sardonic look at the life of Wordsworth .

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  17. Thanks very much, eveyrone. Once again, it was a rather lazy effort. But I really dislike that Wordsworth poem, not least because I always feel so sorry for Dorothy, bustling around with her duster, while big brother "lies on his couch, in vacant or in pensive mood" dreaming up silly verses. (I would add that I do like some of his poems, if not a big fan.)

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  18. Perfect rhyme, not as simple as it might seem at first glance.

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  19. I really enjoyed reading this one!

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  20. This is a wonder, not knowing, and wondering "whose on earth are these"...now you've got me wondering too!

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  21. Call me old- fashioned, but I like the bounce and the rhyme you gave this verse, and yet still managed to keep us wondering. My Magpie this week is Goldilocks

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  22. Thanks again for those kind comments.

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