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,
through late summer bush.

Recent rain
had settled the dry
and grateful leaves

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

On the downhill side,
hollowed ghosts
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
in the distance,
dawn danced.

Comments about A Moisty Under Milkwood Morning by Alison Cassidy

  • (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
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  • 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

  • (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

  • (3/10/2008 11:59:00 PM)

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

  • (2/20/2008 9:21:00 AM)

    Loved the alliteration and other-worldly landscape on this poetic walk!
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  • (2/6/2008 10:17:00 PM)

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

  • Andrew Blakemore (2/2/2008 6:25:00 PM)

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

  • (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.
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  • (2/1/2008 11:03:00 AM)

    The beguiling canvas of twilight
    The camera convenes
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  • (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

  • (1/30/2008 7:30:00 AM)

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

  • (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

  • (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 -

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

    Metaphorically powerful too...I'm keeping this one.. justine xx
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  • (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

  • (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 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

  • (1/25/2008 2:54:00 AM)

    Sharply focused pictures,
    stunningly framed
    professionally hung
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  • (1/24/2008 10:56:00 PM)

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

  • (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

  • (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

  • (1/23/2008 12:54:00 PM)

    While bold young saplings
    black and supple thin,
    sprouted new green
    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
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 31, 2008

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