It's muted, this mode of English weather, muffled like the things we keep to ourselves with a very British discretion serving only to repress s***. The sky hangs flat and leaden monodimensional, resigned to be a damp, indeterminate veil over mediocrity like a heavy dose of Lordnum, the type that stifled disenchantment and drove women to asylum. No, spring does not come triumphantly, though poetry might suggest otherwise, with all that roving rural romanticism. Don't be fooled
Laura L (she/her)
@Loloflow · 1:12
You. Wow. I love the force of the feminine throughout this whole thing and the way you worked in the history and so much about the womb wisdom and how that's been repressed or suppressed and bringing laudinum into it and oh, my goodness. This was delicious. I see you and yeah, I have a new favorite tea towel. I put the image in the photo. I bookmarked the this. This was so elegant and fierce. That's kind of your jam. Elegant, fierce. Yeah
Adenike Nana Esie
@nourishyou · 1:15
I love your tea towel. That was everything. I'm glad I'm not alone in that. It really does make a difference. Oh, I so appreciate you. Thank you for thank you for being here. I'm learning a lot from you. It's a really fruitful exchange
Swell Team
@Swell · 0:15
I think when I first read it, I thought of it as more of like, oh, this is just metaphorical language. But I think that theme is important. And, yeah, I like how you've coupled it with this English spring, which I've never experienced, but I am going through a spring as well where not quite as bright and colorful as it usually is, and that's a little regretful
Days that call for gravy lovingly poured over buttery mashed potatoes. Oh, my God, the imagery in this piece is magnificent. Every single line and syllable is perfectly placed. And I love the theme of this poem. I love how you flipped and reversed the usual ode to springtime and made it into something tangible, something real. Because, yes, spring can be lovely and beautiful. The falling spring rain, the beauty of a spring storm