Where life meets death
A surprising metaphor for the inexorable link between life and death, with the same sense of something encroaching with age. From...
Of pebble-play and glass-green
A lasting impression of Tarka the Otter is of the playfulness of these and other creatures. Tarka plays with anything to...
Slung like an orange
A rare sight in London - the sun slung in the sky like a blood orange, let alone hanging from...
A shire-sized dust-sheet
The tearing of a dust-sheet isn’t an obvious sound to describe the dis-scabbarding of a Greek sword, and then Logue...
A sky of rags
A marvelous view of a heavily clouded sky; you can imagine vast firmament rags being saturated with water by a...
Serenade in fur coat
Had to read this one a couple of times – it’s imaginative and convoluted. First the image of ‘the body...
Like frost and flowers
An alternative alliteration for describing people as being like chalk and cheese. Feel free to use it to inject some...
Like an ant carrying a caterpillar
Here the kind and honest Adam Bede goes a-wooing, offering to help Hetty carry a heavy basket. She's indifferent to...
Floating on your buoyant prejudices
As I read the abridged version of Thoreau's journals encompassing only one tenth of the original 7,000 pages, I can't...
Like morning on the flowers
Such a gentle, loving look this implies, but in the end neither of the two lovers wants to take the...
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