thicker than raindrops

“Thicker than rain-drops on November thorn”
Fragment 8: Samuel Taylor Coleridge

sloe is the blackthorn
fast-filling up with feverish flower
garlanded tight and white
– and spiked in its innermost reach
a blackbird’s nest, mud-cupped
ruinous, in this sad, sodden rain
souvenir of just last March
when we were we and I was
less than solitary

A quadrille for De’s prompt to Spike up a poem – that’s 44 words not counting the Coleridge opener

29 Comments on “thicker than raindrops

  1. Goodness. The word choices here are fantastic, and the sounds they make against each other. Begs to be read aloud. More than once. Wonderful.

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  2. I admire the subtle emotions underpinning your poem Laura. That feverish flower is gorgeous imagery of March’s springtime.

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  3. The glory of spring well described … and then a touch of loss perhaps?

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  4. “sloe is the blackthorn
    fast-filling up with feverish flower
    garlanded tight and white
    – and spiked in its innermost reach”

    I like the language of that. And the subtlety of that spiked in its innermost reach. Does a great job of making the outer form an inner one, both for the flower and the poet.

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  5. I love the wordplay in the opening lines, Laura. Blackthorn is a spring delight; there is so much going on in the hedgerows, behind the scenes and slowly at first. The turn in tone is subtle yet devastating, made more so by the way you foreground ‘sad, sodden rain / souvenir of just last March’ with alliteration and leave ‘less than solitary’ until the end, hanging in the spring air.

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  6. …. ❤️
    “sloe is the blackthorn
    fast-filling up with feverish flower
    garlanded tight and white
    – and spiked in its innermost reach”

    This is absolutely stunning in its nuances and choice of words and imagery, Laura! ❤️

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  7. Just read this one by STC in the past week or two, so it is a delight to see it here. That photo is almost blinding in its silver quality – just perfect! Love the line ‘white and tight’ – white, with all its symbolic implications, is overwhelmingly accurate and painful in this poem. This, contrasted with the hope of spring, in all of its symbolism. Wonderful post.

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  8. I have only just discovered the Fragments and assumed jottings of inspiration & drafts. Thank you Jilly – Your observations of hope and grief are so accurate and now have fully understood what I wrote of the innermost spike

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