by beatriceotto | Feb 26, 2019 | triologisms
The dancing dust of a sunbeam also glimmering as a mirror hall for fireflies. What a bright image. ‘A light-stream interplay, a mirror hallFor fireflies…’ (Book III, Canto 22) Source: Dante, The Divine Comedy, trans. Clive James (New York:...
by beatriceotto | Nov 6, 2018 | triologisms
Having spent his long and entire adult life ensconced in the castle walls of Gormenghast, Flay, now dismissed, finds a new existence living wild in the surrounding mountains. At first his exile is desperate, but he eventually develops a certain liking for his newfound...
by beatriceotto | Oct 9, 2018 | triologisms
Such a detailed description of a passing light effect created by a boat moving through night waters. Particularly original is that ‘onion-outlined’ churn. ‘A boat, its dark shape looking faintly ominous, sculled towards the island and broke the...
by beatriceotto | Aug 28, 2018 | triologisms
When did you last stop to study a light-laden drop of water, seeing in it a convex-reflected cosmos? You have, of course, at some time, done so, haven’t you? No? Then put it to the top of your to-do list. ‘Light-laden drops rolled down the green flags as...
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 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 | Aug 6, 2018 | metaphors
An alliterative description of a bone-like beacon. ‘The bright eye of the light-house standing like a bleached bone at the edge of the sandhills, blinked in the clear air.’ Source: Henry Williamson, Tarka the Otter: His joyful water-life and death...
by beatriceotto | Jul 24, 2018 | triologisms
This is part of a poetically imagined overview of joyous, resilient and pure-spirited swallows contemplating their coming continent-spanning migrations. ‘They talked of white-and-grey seas, of winds that fling away the stroke of wings, of great thunder-shocks in...
by beatriceotto | Jul 17, 2018 | triologisms
You can feel the warmth of a summer day with diaphanous wings darting over glittering ripples. ‘She heard the rustling clicks of dragon-flies’ wings over the sun-splashy ripples.’ Source: Henry Williamson, Tarka the Otter: His joyful...
