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woodcocks and roses

I've been waiting all day for a chance to write this--and look, actually now it's tomorrow.

This morning on my walk in the woods (such a relief to get into the woods), Molly and I startled many woodcocks up where the stone wall starts. First one, then another, then two more. They were all in the low greenery beside the path, and they all flew away, startled, as we came past. Their distress call as they rose up sounded like knocking on a hollow log.


Startled woodcocks
Wings beating
And a call like a knock
On a hollow log
Arise from the low leafy green
And away to other corners
Of this summer forest

The rosa multiflora, our rambling rose or briar rose, is all in bloom now, everywhere festooned with little faintly pink white flowers, and the air full of the scent of roses, so you suspect that you are about to see an apparition of the Virgin Mary or Rhiannon or someone. Seriously, the air is heavy with a sweet perfume smell. In her tower, protected by these thorny briar roses, Sleeping Beauty would at this point be having lovely dreams, maybe visions--maybe she'd be meeting up with the Virgin Mary. So after she's slept for a hundred years, through a hundred Junes and rose blooms, she'll be very wise indeed when the lucky, impetuous prince is able to cut through the thorns and get to her. He'll be all breathless and elated to have accomplished what no one for a century has been able to do and to be in the presence of this mythical princess, and she'll be still trailing Wordsworth's clouds of glory, lost in dreamy thought.

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deponti
Jun. 15th, 2006 06:53 am (UTC)
not just the bit about the woodcocks..
...but the last part of the post is also very poetic. Let your fancy roam Asakiyume!

When I clicked on "behind a sleepy door" I got a mapquest map to Gladstone Builders in Illinois....and 2012 other results...so do let me know what it actually is.

Do you live in Illinois?
asakiyume
Jun. 15th, 2006 07:01 am (UTC)
Re: not just the bit about the woodcocks..
By "behind a sleepy door," I meant just that I was sleepy and preparing for bed--I wanted to suggest being in the bedroom, I suppose (though in fact I was in my study, where my computer is). I like to make unreal or impossible locations for the location finder :-)

I live in western Massachusetts, and am almost never anywhere but my home! In fact, I think I've never posted from anywhere else. My husband will soon be posting from Japan, however, and his parents are in England, so possibly some time in the future I or he will be lucky enough to post fom there.
miafedup
Jun. 15th, 2006 09:04 am (UTC)
Re: not just the bit about the woodcocks..
Oooh, London. Japan!

I hope you get to post from there too, zowie! :)
deponti
Jun. 15th, 2006 10:48 am (UTC)
Re: not just the bit about the woodcocks..
New England is, I think, my favouritest part of the US! No wonder your surroundings are SO beautiful! My son in law's parents live in Portland, Me...and we have often been to Boston and Cambridge. Many people like Florida and Calif, but *I* am a cold-weather-and-hills-and-streams person.

You should go to Japan with your husband if possible! Expensive but wonderful...

Travelling is something my husband and I love to do.
deponti
Jun. 15th, 2006 06:55 am (UTC)
Prose and Verse
I like the way you have clearly shown the difference between prose and verse here. Reminds me of the student who asked to be told the difference, and the Professor wrote on the board:

"There was a lass
From Madras
Who went into the sea
Up to her ankles."

"That," he said, "is prose. But if she had gone in further, that would be verse."
asakiyume
Jun. 15th, 2006 07:02 am (UTC)
Re: Prose and Verse
Funny! What a good-humored professor!
ex_stdymphna813
Jun. 15th, 2006 10:29 am (UTC)
beautiful post. i wish i could go on a walk with you.
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