Welcome to the Saturday Mix – Unique Personality, 4 May 2019!
This week we are diving into the depths of PERSONIFICATION. Our challenge is all about the use of personification in our writing. You will need to use the statement provided in your response – which can be poetry or prose.
Our statement using, personification is:
– The tall pines on the hill poked at the clouds.
Gradually Man had come and stripped bare the landscape for personal gain.
The tall pines on the hill poked at the clouds, reminiscent of days long gone of a
forest once teeming with green, bird song, and wildlife.
Like fingers gesturing to the gods, they would be consumed by the night mist, but come morning, they would reappear, silent and serene, standing sentinel over what once was.
I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes!
In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too.
On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts.
From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives.
We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
What once was! So sad and true that all over the planet they are deforesting and taking away the lungs of the earth.
We’ve seen it where we used to walk Maggie, and it almost reduced us to tears. We’ve been back since our return to Lincolnshire, but although the forest has recovered itself, the promised replanting hasn’t taken place.
Extremely sad. Empty promises by the authorities.
so many storms and even near us have decimated trees and areas will never be the same………….that’s without Human ‘intervention’ or devastation, can only imagine………..
Beautiful. The line: “Like fingers gesturing to the gods, they would be consumed by the night mist, but come morning, they would reappear, silent and serene, standing sentinel over what once was.” is superbly written. Bravo 👏🏻
Thanks for joining in the Saturday Mix 😊
Thanks Sarah. So glad you liked it. 🙂
That last sentence is majestic and beautiful.