January Small Stone# Seventeen 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 Rate this:Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related Posted on January 17, 2013January 17, 2013 Posted in A River of Stones, January Small StonesTagged Boats wintering, England, January Small Stones, River of Stones, Topsham, Writing our way home
sounds exactly like sailing ships at their moorings, a noisy bunch aren’t they? great writing 🙂 Reply
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! 🙂 Reply
wow girl…damn this is good…so good
Nah don’t think so!
well I sure do
Shivers, Gilly. Would love the know the story behind this particular Stone.
Excellent writing and imagery, Gilly.
sounds exactly like sailing ships at their moorings, a noisy bunch aren’t they? great writing 🙂
That is eerie isn’t it. Loved your description.
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! 🙂
Have to agree with Jo, this is very good! And perfect pairing with the photo too 🙂