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CHRONICLES FROM ARCANIA

Preamble

Through Chronicles from Arcania, I shall attempt to share walks with you, this poetics from 60N, where I feel at one with our Earth, my sense of place so maritime.


Sunday, 14 March 2010

Dominant colours

Three images from my homeworld, dominant colours of the sky...


Tonight's sunset from my window.




Last night's crimson over Saint Ninian's Isle...



...In pink & blue through the fisheye.






flamingo sky

you know time’s right;
reach for feathers after sunset.

out on that ridge,
you stop and sense on your mountain.

its sleek pinkness in azure sky,
untouched, unscarred by spring thunder,

it glides and slides above your head,
suave, elusive in silent dusk like a love sign,

in migration between two worlds,
gardens or gates – gallant wader so elegant,

symbiosis fledged in single glance;

cloud en trompe l’oeil,
flamingo sky on camera.
 
© Nat Hall 2007

8 comments:

  1. I can taste the colours, smell the sights and visualise the words...
    thank you for sharing...
    Shani

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  2. what beautiful skies, gorgeous colours! Your poem is beautiful too, I love flamingoes and the comparison you draw is so fitting. I've not commented as much recently as I'd like to have done as your blog (or Blogger itself) wasn't letting me comment.

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  3. Hiver que tu es long cette année
    Tu m’as enlevé un être proche
    Tu as glacé mon corps
    Puisses-tu laisser venir le printemps.

    Il me faut aller dans mon île pour voir
    Un aussi beau ciel que celui de Nat
    Ouessant est restée lointaine
    Les tempêtes me l’ont volée.

    Les hirondelles se chamaillent
    Le soleil réchauffe très fort Lyon
    En quelques après midi de mars.
    Le printemps arrive et Jean Ferrat est mort.

    Il reste dans nos cœurs.

    MOxxx

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  4. Thank you very kindly, Shani :)
    So delectable.

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  5. Thank you very kindly, Juliet :)
    Oh, I love flamingos too and usually photograph them in Camargue in that Rhone Delta when I fly back to that part of the world :)
    Those pink skies always remind me of them, somehow.

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  6. Oh, mille mercis pour ces vers, MO :)
    Beautifullly poignant verse, my dear friend.
    Have heard about Jean Ferrat. He remains a great poet in my heart :))
    xx

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  7. I live in a city, but I'm glad that I have another house far from the city, in the midle of green filds, where I can see beautiful skies and colors! Just like you! We have a lot of lucky to experience that in first peoson!

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  8. Hi Joao,
    Yes, to be able to enjoy the magic of the "big sky" outwith a city is a priviledge, although urban skylines are/can be very photogenic too :). I think it all depends how aesthetic/romantic rooftops can be ;))

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