Alison Cassidy

Rookie (6th August,1945 / Melbourne, Australia)

A Moisty Under Milkwood Morning - Poem by Alison Cassidy

On this moisty Under Milkwood morning
I walked buoyantly,
briskly
through late summer bush.

Recent rain
had settled the dry
and grateful leaves
sighed,
new-washed.

On the uphill side,
the aged eucalypts
stood sombre
and wallaby grey -
untouched by last year's furnace.

On the downhill side,
charcoal
hollowed ghosts
genuflected,
leafless and barren,
to their god, the sun.

While bold young saplings
black and supple thin,
sprouted epicormic
new green
as if to say
I am
I am.

A chorus of air-born squeaky toys
broke the silence
and
in the distance,
dawn danced.


Comments about A Moisty Under Milkwood Morning by Alison Cassidy

  • Rookie Stephen Stirk (10/1/2009 3:33:00 AM)

    Such a lovely and descriptive poem full of unique imagery in your wonderful style. It's both uplifting and motivational. Your inventive phrasing is amazing.
    'A chorus of air-born squeaky toys broke the silence and in the distance,
    dawn danced.
    They do indeed sound like that.
    Best Regards
    Steve (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 20 Points Fay Slimm (12/23/2008 4:45:00 AM)

    Lovely to take this walk with you today Allie - and you have brought it all to life by your breathtaking imagery....... thank you, I feel I know your wonderful land a little better after this......... hugs from Fay. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Emancipation Planz (6/25/2008 9:30:00 PM)

    Hope you get to spend more time here soon.... aroha & peace... Allie & Jerry.. (PS.... and an abundance of filthy laughter) ... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Riquetta Elliott (3/10/2008 11:59:00 PM)

    This is very poignant Allie with your poetic imagery. Outstanding work. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Chuck Audette (2/20/2008 9:21:00 AM)

    Loved the alliteration and other-worldly landscape on this poetic walk!
    -chuck (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Diane Violet (2/6/2008 10:17:00 PM)

    Awesome Alison, thank you for sharing your landscape in motion! ! ! Hugs, Diane (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 24 Points Andrew Blakemore (2/2/2008 6:25:00 PM)

    I loved this poem Alison, wonderful descriptions.10! Andrew (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,862 Points David Harris (2/2/2008 11:17:00 AM)

    Allie, what a wonderful scenery you portray, it was if you moved along with a camera catching everything you saw. The imagery draws you ever inward and makes you enjoy every minute of the journey that you've sent us on. Top marks, but I wish I could give it more and thanks for sharing it my friend.
    David (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Raveendran . (2/1/2008 11:03:00 AM)

    The beguiling canvas of twilight
    The camera convenes
    Focus (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Original Unknown Girl (2/1/2008 8:31:00 AM)

    Allie, there are so many comments added to this poem that I don't think I can add anything more except... Bravo! I so enjoyed our little 'walk'. HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

  • Rookie James Bessant (1/30/2008 7:30:00 AM)

    Love the language you've used here - and agree with all the other comments (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Lime and Tequila with a Splash of Pineapple (1/29/2008 10:06:00 PM)

    I have to agree. This is my kind of poem, great imagery, wonderful pacing, and pure fun to read. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie R H (1/29/2008 4:14:00 AM)

    Superb observation, juxtaposition, imagery and control of pace here Allie - you take the reader on this walk with you - and it is a visual treat - feel like I want to step into the screen and linger there for a while. These lines / phrases stood out for me:
    'the aged eucalypts
    stood sombre
    and wallaby grey -

    '...charcoal
    hollowed ghosts
    genuflected,
    leafless and barren,
    to their god, the sun.'

    Metaphorically powerful too...I'm keeping this one.. justine xx (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,394 Points Francis Duggan (1/26/2008 3:40:00 PM)

    A beautifully descriptive poem this Alison you have captured the scene so well here Dylan Thomas would have even felt proud had he written this, well done (Report) Reply

  • Rookie okeydokey #3 (1/26/2008 2:03:00 AM)

    very neat...i do not know...exactly what moisty under milkwood means...but gee golly willickers...this is poem is constructed so wondrously...it almost did not matter to me what it meant...this is a keeper...oh my goodness...but still...what does it mean...besides a great way to describe a perfect morning... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 103 Points To Windward (1/25/2008 2:54:00 AM)

    Sharply focused pictures,
    stunningly framed
    professionally hung (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,333 Points Jerry Hughes (1/24/2008 10:56:00 PM)

    ......................................................lovely sweetheart, truly lovely (Report) Reply

  • Rookie quercus : I've never got paid for my hits... (1/24/2008 2:19:00 AM)

    This is great! The alliteration in the title has caught my attention right away :) Your imagery and metaphors are terrific. You have painted a most beautiful dawn one could ever imagine - I can hear and see all so clearly :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Beth L Adams (1/23/2008 5:42:00 PM)

    Allie, you're an amazing poetess! Your images are vivid and your contrast between the uphill/downhill sides is excellent. It reminds me of the contrast between growth and decay that are an ever-present part of existence. Beautiful work! Take care, Beth (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Duncan Wyllie (1/23/2008 12:54:00 PM)

    While bold young saplings
    black and supple thin,
    sprouted new green
    fiercely,
    as if to say
    I am
    I am.


    A lovely, easy to read poem, that floats gently across the page

    Well done

    Love duncan X (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 31, 2008


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