January Small Stone# Seventeen

Posted on January 17, 2013 by Lucid Gypsy

An eerie sound pervades

like the death scream

of a Dickensian marsh

the clanking of chain

a dog torturing squeal

a relentless flap of flag

against a hundred masts

in the wintering yard

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Gilly Mbachu Goldsworthy is a mum to two kids that are supposed to be grown up and mma to a four year old and a new born baby boy. None of that means that I am grown up though! I love writing – travel and quite edgy fiction – and being an OU student for a degree which remains to be seen. What I do best though is counselling; I’ve been privileged to work with many people through big changes.

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9 Responses to January Small Stone# Seventeen

Jo Bryant says:

January 17, 2013 at 9:20 pm

wow girl…damn this is good…so good

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- Lucid Gypsy says:
  
  January 17, 2013 at 9:30 pm
  
  Nah don’t think so!
  
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  - Jo Bryant says:
    
    January 17, 2013 at 9:35 pm
    
    well I sure do
Cheryl says:

January 18, 2013 at 12:51 am

Shivers, Gilly. Would love the know the story behind this particular Stone.

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adinparadise says:

January 18, 2013 at 4:13 am

Excellent writing and imagery, Gilly.

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dadirri7 says:

January 18, 2013 at 5:27 am

sounds exactly like sailing ships at their moorings, a noisy bunch aren’t they? great writing

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TBM says:

January 18, 2013 at 8:32 am

That is eerie isn’t it. Loved your description.

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wightrabbit says:

January 18, 2013 at 8:48 am

So atmospheric that ~ even if you haven’t witnessed a boatyard in winter ~ you can picture the scene and hear the spooky sounds! Excellent, Gilly!

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Madhu says:

January 20, 2013 at 2:23 pm

Have to agree with Jo, this is very good! And perfect pairing with the photo too

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