Walking yields interesting sights and sounds. These sights come in unique shapes and forms and can sometimes trigger an association in the mind that catches you totally by surpirise. Take, for example, the picture below. I was walking in the village near Koti, hoping to sight a few wild flowers I hadn't spotted before. There loomed before me this house, unprespossessing and quite ugly. A terrace jutted out of the first floor. On this terrace sat the sleepiest cow I had ever seen. Two dogs barked themselves hoarse close by. Flies buzzed around her nose. But there she sat, slumberous, somnific, somnolent. Almost as though under the thrall of some deep dream (or maybe drug?).
I shouted a friendly hello. No response. I chucked a tentative rock at her. No reaction. I offered her a fistful of sweet-smelling clover. More rejection. So I walked away, dejected.
This encounter reminded me of a poem by Austin Clarke titled "The Awakening of Dermuid"! Posted below is the part which came to my mind on seeing the sleepy cow of Koti. Do note the magical play of assonance and consonance and not-quite-rhyme in the poem.
This encounter reminded me of a poem by Austin Clarke titled "The Awakening of Dermuid"! Posted below is the part which came to my mind on seeing the sleepy cow of Koti. Do note the magical play of assonance and consonance and not-quite-rhyme in the poem.
She leaned and saw in the pale-grey waters,
Her lips like heavy drooping poppies
In a rich redness drowse,
Then swallow—lightly touched the ripples
Burning as ripened rowan berries
Through the white winter air.
Where the waters flow,
As green twings of sallySwaying to and fro.
Than lullabies.
Cradling a dream.
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