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Mid Winter

An Andaree Form (Unrhymed) Swaying to the swishing of an ice-cold wind Wooden fingers belonging stout limbs While Telegraph wires wail Fear impending storm, Wilful oak Guards Though naked In winter’s shackles, Rides in natures carousel Where the end begins the beginning Swaying to the swishing of an ice-cold wind. © Harry J Horsman 2021

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 10/10/2021 10:38:00 PM

Hi Harry, another awesome write from your wise creative pen - I feel the icy cold wind and although it is 8.00 a.m in the morning and 30 degrees already, i put a cardigan on. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 10/6/2021 6:36:00 AM

I had to read this a couple times. I feel the angst and the movement of your imagery! Nicely done, Harry!

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 10/5/2021 3:37:00 PM

Hello Harry ... a good example of our weather in West Gippsland over the past week and it's already with one month of spring gone, but today is perfect. Nicely describing verse Harry to have us reach for a coat - thanks Harry - Lindsay

Mike Gentile

Date: 10/5/2021 9:56:00 AM

I enjoyed this form in your shivering image Harry! Well Done!!

James Peranteau

Date: 10/5/2021 6:46:00 AM

Yikes!...i read up on the "Andaree" form, and truthfully, though i have indulged several forms here on the Soup; i find myself most comfortable with writing "free verse"....i like the brrr thought dear poet coming my way...if indeed your train uv thought sir...*sm...much love, james

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/5/2021 6:40:00 AM

I really like the imagery you used, Harry, to signify mid-winter. thanks for trying to emulate the form. It means a lot to me. Soupmail for you.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 10/5/2021 3:57:00 AM

I like this one. Way to go. It is so descriptive of a cold, cloudy winter day. We don't have very many of those here in the south but we do get some really bad winters sometimes. Your visit to my page was delightful. Sara

Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 10/5/2021 3:53:00 AM

You sent shivers down my spine with this cold tingly poem, I want to throw a blanket on it Harry, I love the form never heard of it, but I'd like to try . :)