Midsummer Night Solstice Event at Frodsham
Last night, I walked down sodden gravel paths
past dripping giants,
stately buildings,
lawns turned to marshes
to a glasshouse in a park
with Chester Writers.
It was quiet, except for the rain on the roof and the writers reading out their words, but from time to time a child flitted past in the drenched clothes of a nymph - an apparition from a dream of summer.
Many thanks to the people who read out and those that turned out on such a night to support us.
past dripping giants,
stately buildings,
lawns turned to marshes
to a glasshouse in a park
with Chester Writers.
It was quiet, except for the rain on the roof and the writers reading out their words, but from time to time a child flitted past in the drenched clothes of a nymph - an apparition from a dream of summer.
Many thanks to the people who read out and those that turned out on such a night to support us.
posted by Clare Dudman at 10:49 am
2 Comments:
You make the weather sound a lot more romantic and atmospheric than it felt at the time! ;-) At least the readings were excellent.
Heh - I had to edit this. The first time I wrote it I used the word 'glimmered' - too romantic by half! Naffly so, in fact.
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