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2016, 8*, abundance, ageing, autumn, birthday, blackberries, branches, brown, change, childhood, climbing, clouds, cows, earth, elm, field, gate, ghosts, gold, grey, hedge, ivy, lark, leaves, legs, life, listening, memory, mist, path, red, rook, rose-hips, running, seagull, shadow, signpost, silence, singing, sky, skyline, society, trees, wind, yellow
there are great mountains of cumulus
towered above, shadows course over
grey-yellow stubble, gulls hackle rooks
in leaning elms while red and black-
berries hang in the hedgerow … run,
run downhill, stretch my legs in boundless
stride, stream through the air from boy
to man, flood the plain with open memory;
or maybe: scale a furtive upward glance,
through boughs of avenue, a third
dimension, to survey, to just survey all
the song of all to sing ‘laaaaaark’; but
I’ll just rest here, now, sit beside the gate
sit under the signpost, and listen … foliage
turned dark and almost brown, the earth
awaits the golden plough while dancing
rose-hips watch skeins of Friesians
work meticulous across the skyline and
… everything will change, piped rippled
through bygone years – there will be ghosts
in the ditches, there will be paths adrift
of leaf, the ivy will reach up from the post
which points only to the wind now leaving
autumn mists to drift like webs into the
corners of paddocks; and there is a strange
silence in the sky … as the new town marches in
read the collected work as it is published: here
this is an appliquiary to: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – A Sign of the Times
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autumn & branches & brown & change & childhood & clouds & field & grey & hedge & leaves & life & mist & path & red & seagull & silence & sky & skyline & trees & wind & yellow wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J Redford – A Sign of the Times
birthday wormhole: birthday poem
ghosts wormhole: just saying, is all IV: // lost
gold wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – autumn
listening wormhole: through the pane – poewieview #34
shadow wormhole: the purple mist between
society wormhole: poessay III: jijimuge
mlewisredford 
The language again Mark…it sweeps me away….no words really (Dust I guess.) An apt response to the subject at hand. I looked up “appliquiary” and it led me back here. Your word? Should I guess? Applique, something stitched over another? And is this yours or your uncle’s writing? Either way…enraptured.
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“appliquiary” occurred to me when I was trying to work out what to call the body of work that was going to both ‘track’ the transcription of the original work and ‘weave’ between, and through, the work to ‘bevel’ up what I saw in it; I had ‘beastiary’ in my mind – a treatment of animals – maybe ‘herbiary’ – a treatment of herbs (I’m not sure about this last one) – I wanted to ‘apply’ myself through my uncle’s words … ‘appliquairy’;
My uncle’s work is ‘The Boats of Vallisneria’ with their section subtitles as I publish them and Mick wrote them; my ‘appliquiary’ is ‘Lapping Reflections [Deep Withing Waters]’ with their section sub-titles as I publish them and write them;
Thank you so much for your interest in this work, Jana, it means a lot to us both.
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Well…I understood then…! I thought of the possible root words as apply, query or questioning, applicable and applique . Applique is a sewing technique where the top fabric is cut into a design, placed over a complimentary colored fabric and then decoratively stitched down. I make up words all the time too because they make sense….or they make themselves up to fill a need. Good one Mark.
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