Where The Mountains Sing Through The Screams Of Seagulls
I'm not a man who enjoys poetry But at times, the beauty of a phrase whether spoken or written can grab me around the neck and almost throttle me with its beauty or power. A verse in that fake Eurovision ballad Husavik - My home town captured my imagination just the other day " Where the mountains sing through the screams of seagulls " Isn't that a fantastic description of an Iceland we all have in our imaginations? When I was a child I loved a tiny poem Little Fish by D H Lawrence for exactly the same " The tiny fish enjoy themselves In the sea Quick little splinters of life, their little lives are fun to them in the sea" " Quick little Splinters of life" A beautiful description again, economical and bang on the money I borrowed a book from the hospice last week and found myself reading it last night. It was a collection of " Best Loved Poems" illustrated by Isabelle Br...