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Grasmere, February 2016

written by: Vicky Loftus



The clouds aren’t lonely today

They coat the sky, leaving patches of blue between their cotton wool outlines.


(No wonder Wordsworth had so much to write about)

Same mountains, different century.

A watercolour landscape of green.



The illusive early-spring sun singeing their peaks

battling against biting breezes.

All at once I saw a crowd

amongst the daffodils,


many bodies.

arms reached out, phones at hand.

Photographs last longer but don’t capture feeling,


the understanding of sublime.

#Nofilter can express that.

Vicky Loftus

Vicky Loftus

I'm a 20 year old student at Edge Hill University studying English literature and creative writing. I enjoy writing about personal experiences and the world around me. If I move at least one person to think or feel with my writing then I consider it to be successful.
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