:: a few feathers dropped ::
posted by MB at 10:54 AM
cool pic, but puzzled by yr. post. what are kennings? and who is "you".just wondering.
wild sparks against a stormy sky.... beautiful image, though somber and haunting. Is this a farewell to "darksparks" whom you marked "winked out"?
Yes, this is for darksparks.Kennings are a form used, for example, in Old English poetry. A play on words, in this case.
Great photo. Captures something both primitive and modern. An interesting farewell.
A ghostly voice reappears! Hello again, Moose. I may be only a bystander now, but I'm still reading and enjoying. The photograph here and the kind thoughts on DarkSparks have been much appreciated, believe me, especially given my precipitate departure which, although I've been brooding over it for weeks, was, as I've been told constantly all weekend, a trifle sudden! Less "winked out" than "instantaneously imploded", maybe? Thanks again for your support and enthusiasm. I hope you won't mind me dropping by now and then. Ken
Ken, boo! ;-) Yes, you took my breath away with the rapidity of your disappearing act, I was stunned. But then, here in blogland, we don't see half of what goes on in each other's thoughts or lives. I just couldn't see the marvelous darksparks winking out without somebody saying something! You are always welcome here and your astute, encouraging remarks appreciated.
RD, isn't that an incredible photo!
Ah, an enigmatically beautiful poem, a divulgence, and a reappearance! It's like a dramatic play! And I love it. xo
Brenda, your comment makes me laugh and remember: "The suspense is killing me—I hope it will last!" Cecily in The Importance of Being Earnest. (At least according to my memory, which is known to be faulty.) Glad you enjoyed it!
moose-I've been asking around about Ken and just found out this morning. (I've been behind schedule with visits.)It is regrettable that KenHead is gone. But I'm glad to see his ghost still visits!
Yes, Ken is around still, (Hi, Ken!) just not running his blog anymore. I think it's most regrettable, but I also understand that it takes time and energy and other things could become more important. Perhaps one day'll he'll resume. We can always hope. :-)
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