Water rises in damp clouds above the falls
Red from the old grist mill reflecting through
The backlighting sunshine causing ethereal
Rainbow-like patterns in the mistiness, while
I watch the gigantic wheel fling cold water
Downstream where it plunges into the murk,
Creating a deep hole not suitable for diving
And too dangerous for children to swim in, so,
I slip my bare feet over the moss-covered ledge
Dangling them above the stream’s updraft,
Watching them come soaking wet and clean
At the end of my sopping brand new jeans.
written November 5, 2021
Categories:
grist, places,
Form: Rhyme
GRIST MILLER
The grist miller Christopher lives near river Dee.
Marble pillar at his gate stands rigid steady.
He enjoys feast,
cooking ground grist,
eats lot on clay pot, cold or hot, but not greedy.
To preserve seeds miller uses pest-killer.
With customers he is perfect dealer.
Machine whirls, roars loud,
grinds with high pitch sound.
Christopher feels proud being a grist miller.
06/07/18
The Grist Mill Contest by craig cornish
Categories:
grist, appreciation, business,
Form: Limerick
Hiking a dry creek bed, at the mountain's base
I happened on an old grist mill, a prisoner
of time, serving life in isolation.
A few rotten boards scattered about
was all that remained of it's dilapidated Norse wheel
The broken millstone lay silent on it's bed
the thick green ivy walls, closing in.
Guarded by giant pin oaks and river ash,
yet one could easily see evidence of visitors.
I was trespassing, not on land
but on another time, another's dream.
What was most likely, once a busy road
for horse drawn wagons had become
a clearing for utility poles and wires
I did not enter but I stood there
envisioning yesterday. mountains on both sides,
creek of fresh running water and the
serenity of this lush mountain valley.
Then cynically muttered,..."Progress"
5/27/2018
Categories:
grist, angst, change,
Form: Free verse
The grist mill stands by the side of the lake
A bustling flour mill of yesteryear
An eerie place where many people died
If you go inside you will sense the fear.
John Grist the miller was a psychopath
Well known for his outbursts of drunken rage
Those that upset him would incur his wrath
Like William Jones who asked for his wage.
Grist was very drunk and went for his gun
Shot young William until he dropped dead
Then shot the workforce before they could run
The floor of the mill was covered blood red.
Grist mill is haunted, don’t go there at night
The dead still moan and you might die of fright.
Written 25th May 2018
GRISTMILL CONTEST SPONSORED BY CRAIG CORNISH.
Categories:
grist, death, evil, horror,
Form: Sonnet
The stone spun slowly to a stop
as it has many times before,
to be dressed one more time again;
sharpened furrows where flower sifts
like the sweat from labor's brow.
The echoes of the wooden gears -
now silent through the trees ,
where their chugging always rang.
This time the runner stone lay still
upon the bed, like the old miller
at day's end, except not to rise again.
The gears, once perpetual, now motionless,
and the sack slung at day's end
will bear the weight of yesterday's
Loves and Labors ...
Categories:
grist, life,
Form: Free verse
[img src="http://www.wallpaperpassion.com/upload/18797/water-mill-wallpaper.jpg"]
the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank..
red fall leaves surreal............................by Sara Kendrick
vibrant blue sky glows stronger
shadowing my dim life's light.......................By Doris Culverhouse
red stained swift water
rushes onward to the sea..
slow decaying mill.............................by Sara Kendrick
Vibrant life vacant
Emotions rush, rapids flow
heart and zest soggy....................................by Doris Culverhouse
The once spinning wheel silent
Red Birds watch an era leave........................By Sara Kendrick
rocks wear smoothly slick
as time ticks a new way starts
Cycling ways and days......................by Doris Culverhouse
Categories:
grist, life,
Form: Senryu
the old grist mill stands
nestled in the rocky bank
red fall leaves surreal
Vibrant blue sky glows stronger
Shadowing my dim life's light
red stained swift water
rushes onward to the sea...
slow decaying mill
vibrant life vacant
emotions rush, rapids flow
heart and zest soggy
The once spinning wheel silent
Red Birds watch an era leave
rocks wear smoothly slick
as time ticks a new way starts
cycling ways and days
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Contest: New Contest Team Work
Sara Kendrick 1, 3, 5
Doris Culverhouse 2, 4, 6
Written September 19, 20, 21
Written from a picture of an Old Grist Mill
Themes Red, Water, Grist Mill, Fall
Categories:
grist, life, nature,
Form: Rengay