tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post2695396777530849335..comments2023-12-28T13:11:06.666+00:00Comments on Pics and Poems: A Day Out at Hamptoon Court.Dave Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-31457767648496920532011-02-02T00:46:07.593+00:002011-02-02T00:46:07.593+00:00Funny that embarrassment was the lingering feeling...Funny that embarrassment was the lingering feeling, not fear! Front seat of the buswas a special treat. I graduated there from the back seat that I haunted on the School bus. An intense and interesting poem Dave, I marvel at you poetic memory! Even physically it has a river like presence, with hidden traps and dangers. Deserves to be read a few times.Strangely I wrote about a river too.Totalfeckineejithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05352708391465031655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-49609721102069108252011-02-01T11:19:31.891+00:002011-02-01T11:19:31.891+00:00NanU
Yes, you have it exactly: Gran's fur did ...<b>NanU</b><br />Yes, you have it exactly: Gran's fur did become an icon for me, I'm not sure, though, whether that was because of or inspite of my ambivalent feelings.<br /><br /><b>Jinksy</b><br />Do you knnow, that was quite unintentional. I did look at the finished poem and think that I liked the patterns that the lines made, but it still didn't occur to me to associate them with the waves, but you're quite right they do echo them - and also the tide going in and out, I think. Many thanks for pointing it out.<br /><br /><b>120 Socks</b><br />That's true, but that is what made this particular outing a regular favourite. The bus started 2 minutes walk from where we lived. It waited there at least half an hour between trips - it might have been longer, I can't remember for sure. If neither front seat upstairs was vacant, we simply waited for the next one. Hampton Court was at the other end of it's journey, though coming back it was more difficut to be sure of a front seat. On the day in question - a hot summer's day, the fur notwithstanding - we left very early and had the bus almost to ourselves.<br /><br /><b>Titus</b><br />Another good point. I had actually almost forgotten the small, but yes, it was part and parcel of the experience! I think it was loaded with gran's perfume!Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-13664852089776984682011-02-01T08:55:23.311+00:002011-02-01T08:55:23.311+00:00What an astonishing narrative, and I wasn't ex...What an astonishing narrative, and I wasn't expecting the drowning section at all after that beginning! I really liked the wash of all London time through it.<br />And yes, who couldn't love the fur detail! I had a Great Aunt with a ginger fur and I can remember the smell on wet days to this day!Titushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16380213493011623153noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-86895091952388470792011-01-31T14:53:59.308+00:002011-01-31T14:53:59.308+00:00Great images through this exploration. It was all...Great images through this exploration. It was all great, fur coat in summer and all, but for some reason, I loved that you always got to pick the front seat on the bus upstairs, there and back. Not every child can have their own bus!!1Louisehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05912071192179983603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-78298600141882293242011-01-31T13:40:08.154+00:002011-01-31T13:40:08.154+00:00I even liked the way the lines made waves washing ...I even liked the way the lines made waves washing in and out across your page! So many senses were needed in the reading of this - let alone the writing...Jinksyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01686101468214361004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-13934651460448431462011-01-31T11:43:28.873+00:002011-01-31T11:43:28.873+00:00I love this poem story and Gran's ginger fur c...I love this poem story and Gran's ginger fur coming back at the end, wrapping up, an icon.NanUhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11596765792663269178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-37035313337989820732011-01-31T09:26:14.435+00:002011-01-31T09:26:14.435+00:00Leatherdykeuk
The embarrassment - more potential t...<b>Leatherdykeuk</b><br />The embarrassment - more potential than real, as it turned out - is what lingers most strongly.<br /><br /><b>Shadow</b><br />Thanks for that.<br /><br /><b>Jingle</b><br />Much appreciated. Have a good day.<br /><br /><b>Madame DeFarge</b><br />It is most definitely a boy thing. I perhaps wouldn't have minded wearing it in private... but in public?<br /><br /><b>Rose</b><br />It's just occurred to me that I haven't told anyone outside the immediate family - and maybe not even them! - until now.<br /><br /><b>Windsmoke</b><br />I'm not sure how close I was to drowning, of course, but I thought I was.Dave Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08430484174826768488noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-15045319670404819232011-01-30T21:26:29.941+00:002011-01-30T21:26:29.941+00:00Fantastic imagery especially the near drowning and...Fantastic imagery especially the near drowning and the wearing of gran's ginger fur coat very embarrassing for the poor young chap :-).Windsmoke.https://www.blogger.com/profile/12225394580987872677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-33912982492285021142011-01-30T20:26:36.434+00:002011-01-30T20:26:36.434+00:00Wonderful! I love the imagery of this piece - your...Wonderful! I love the imagery of this piece - your description of almost drowning is magnificent. And of course the mortification of having to parade in Ganma's ginger fur .... well I really felt for that little boy :))Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05059957468044601830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-35790800087811088542011-01-30T19:37:05.416+00:002011-01-30T19:37:05.416+00:00Maybe it was a boy thing. I'd have loved to be...Maybe it was a boy thing. I'd have loved to be allowed to wear my Gran's fur when I was little.Madame DeFargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08172239340844485940noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-487796533537861622011-01-30T17:29:01.059+00:002011-01-30T17:29:01.059+00:00powerful imagery,
ginger fur, wow.
take good car...powerful imagery,<br /><br />ginger fur, wow.<br /><br />take good care, Happy Sunday!Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01546696605935159862noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-55044260904468357582011-01-30T13:07:46.697+00:002011-01-30T13:07:46.697+00:00as child, embarrassment of fur surly does overwhel...as child, embarrassment of fur surly does overwhelm the terror... great telling once again, dave.Shadowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05999801833389058410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2508563923634392703.post-64933584329299930822011-01-30T11:59:31.952+00:002011-01-30T11:59:31.952+00:00What a delightful piece. The terror of the child f...What a delightful piece. The terror of the child followed by the embarrassment.<br /><br />So very well told, dear sir.Rachel Greenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13048590167153841615noreply@blogger.com