tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2161080692117549637.post1567355081627871408..comments2024-01-24T01:16:09.578-08:00Comments on A Plague of Poetry: The Backroom Door Closes: Hugh McMillanShughttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03595952760142971192noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2161080692117549637.post-62923114024479952782020-07-29T13:08:22.695-07:002020-07-29T13:08:22.695-07:00Cheers Aileen thanks a lot Cheers Aileen thanks a lot Shughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03595952760142971192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2161080692117549637.post-46272291866369641632020-07-29T13:08:03.314-07:002020-07-29T13:08:03.314-07:00That’s verra nice of you! That’s verra nice of you! Shughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03595952760142971192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2161080692117549637.post-75472137040250609842020-07-29T13:07:28.583-07:002020-07-29T13:07:28.583-07:00Cheers Harry!! Cheers Harry!! Shughttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03595952760142971192noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2161080692117549637.post-42335291463189915632020-07-27T15:43:48.275-07:002020-07-27T15:43:48.275-07:00Terrific poems - I particularly love the last line...Terrific poems - I particularly love the last lines - and the title - of "It's not Sunday it's Tuesday". It's exactly what this lockdown feels like: 'I am rooted<br />here like in some myth,<br />staring into the days,<br />as my stars leave the sky'.<br />Aileen Ballantynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16719276938383276845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2161080692117549637.post-8179539899522941432020-07-26T15:33:18.388-07:002020-07-26T15:33:18.388-07:00Lovely poems, Hugh. Nice to hear your work for a c...Lovely poems, Hugh. Nice to hear your work for a change :-)<br />sharonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13019916451904896340noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2161080692117549637.post-85989267344065588192020-07-25T03:44:28.972-07:002020-07-25T03:44:28.972-07:00"The burn [...]shrugs slowly/ through the nec..."The burn [...]shrugs slowly/ through the neck of grass like some/ teenager who’s slept till three" - exactly the right image, both for the burn and the poem's theme. Thank you for all you have done during this 'plague time'.Harry Owenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05141958487363318162noreply@blogger.com