The Earth is Narrow


the earth is narrow

a high breeze grips the trees



This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #675, House (au Auvers), another great prompt hosted by Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai,which gave Vincent Van Gogh’s painting “House au Auvers” as our inspiration . All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And, to finish, here’s Lynyrd Skynyrd –

5 thoughts on “The Earth is Narrow

    • Songs of the South on the BBC was in Georgia and Alabama this week, so we got some southern rock. Reginald was at a LS gig and met some southern ladies…
      Ladies: “We’re real southern gals and we eat grit(?!)”
      Reg: “And they don’t feel the same about guns as you do.”
      Ladies: “We love guns!”

      Yes, there were a couple of really tall trees in that painting and I thought “oh! fledglings!” 🙂

      • Here’s a secret: this Yankee loves grits. Hmmm… salted and buttered … great stuff! But I can’t hear the word “grits” without thinking of Flo the waitress snarling, “well kiss my grits!” 😉

        That Songs of the South series sounds wonderful …. will have to look into it, to see if any clips are available here. Perhaps BBC America will air it at some point.

        A great detail, those fledglings 🙂

      • Dang yankees!

        See, I wasn’t even sure if I’d heard “grits” correctly (hence the question mark) – but clearly I did. So, I’ve just looked it up and it’s like porridge – aaah nice 🙂

      • Yup. Grits! You have to have the butter and salt though. Otherwise it tastes like you’re eating … well … grits! 😛

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