by beatriceotto | Aug 14, 2018 | triologisms
The only time I’ve seen the sun likened to a dandelion, here smiting the heights with light! ‘When the sun, like an immense dandelion, looked over the light-smitten height of Cosdon Beacon, Tarka was returning along a lynch, or rough trackway, to the...
by beatriceotto | Aug 14, 2018 | triologisms
Time flowing and settling in sand and sediment, steadily accreting new landscapes. ‘As the river grew older, so the meadows and cornfields beyond its banks stretched a wider green over the age-long silt filling the valley’s groin.’ Source: Henry...
by beatriceotto | Aug 14, 2018 | triologisms
You can see the lamb snuggling up against the warm stone radiator. And on these sultry days of August, many a sun-hot boulder. I pepper the plant pots with pebbles to soak up the sun and protect the soil from drying out. It looks beautiful. Elsewhere, Williamson has...
by beatriceotto | Aug 7, 2018 | triologisms
Tarka and other otters barely survive a particularly harsh winter, and this idea of the summer being stored away in the sun until the winter melts away is warming. Elsewhere Williamson speaks of a ‘sun-hot boulder’ which a lamb uses as a radiator to sleep...
by beatriceotto | Aug 7, 2018 | triologisms
Storminess at sea, as in the sky, can be purple-inked. ‘Beyond the ragged horizon of the purple-grey sea…’ Source: Henry Williamson, Tarka the Otter: His joyful water-life and death in the two rivers, illus. C.F. Tunnicliffe (Harmondsworth: Puffin...
by beatriceotto | Aug 7, 2018 | triologisms
I recall seeing more vapour-ringed moons than suns, but it may be that I look at the moon more than the blinding sun. ‘Every day on the Burrows was a period of silence under a vapour-ringed sun that slid into night glowing and quivering with the zones and...
by beatriceotto | Jul 31, 2018 | triologisms
An alliterative view of things water-worn over time. I have a burgeoning collection of sea-smoothed pebbles and fragments of glass rounded and opaqued by beach-abrasion. ‘Curled warm on the wave-worn boulders rolled there by the seas along Hercules...
by beatriceotto | Jul 31, 2018 | triologisms
Having seen ivy rope-throttle full grown trees, it isn’t hard to imagine a holly smothered in it. I like the crow’s ‘aa-aa’ commentary before going back to its meditations. ‘A crow awoke in an ivy-thick holly, muttered aa-aa, and laid...
by beatriceotto | Jul 31, 2018 | triologisms
Poor, dead, ugly bird, corpse nibbled by crabs and devoured by fish. For a stunning description of this peculiar, prehensile bird, see Adam Nicolson, in his marvelous Sea Room. Elsewhere Williamson speaks of ‘crab-green’. ‘Feeding with other fish on...
