Companion Piece

October 28, 2018 (Sunday)

The moody look of the freeway heading east toward the foothills with the rain coming on and the color draining out, now down to yellow. Fog and clouds over the dark mountain contours. Lily and her friend Meg in the back seat with me playing one of my favorite singers, her voice low and smoky, crackling like campfire wood. It is the time of poets with this color palette, the time of cardigans and corduroys, of lap cats and candles: me in my den with a decorative pipe and a long, sullen smoke: the warmth of wood fires, wool, and whiskey. The time I go back to that first stop we made in Scotland this same time of year, some town without a name just outside of Arbroath. The beating wind and rain and the thickening mud, the sense if we wanted to, we could fade into the ground ourselves.

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William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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16 Responses to Companion Piece

  1. Lynn Love says:

    ‘It is the time of poets with this color palette, the time of cardigans and corduroys, of lap cats and candles: me in my den with a decorative pipe and a long, sullen smoke: the warmth of wood fires, wool, and whiskey’ Well, that’s just gorgeous, sultry writing. So right for this time of year – feels snug and fuggy, filled with smoke, warm and toasty by the fire, chill on your back. Really. Just grand Bill

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      You are up too late Missy! Go to bed! Happy we could share in this love of the season together, thank you for popping by for a toddy, ha! Enjoy the week, hope you three are well. Bill

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  2. ksbeth says:

    love that all the warmth descriptors start with a ‘w.’ woodfires, wool, and whiskey. these words all evoke a feeling a warmth from them.

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  3. Fog and cloud, a pipe, the pensive and poet, when the summer birds return to California or second homes in Los Barrillies

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      Nice Kim, yes I’ll admit your recent posts have inspired some of my autumn reverie too. Glad to have found your awesome blog my friend! Enjoy the week. Bill

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  4. rossmurray1 says:

    Heath and hearth.

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  5. walt walker says:

    “Crackling like campfire wood.” Now that there is tasty. Agreed about the warm “w”s, too.

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  6. You’ve definitely got a lock on autumnal reveries, and it must give real satisfaction to see these pieces hitting such chords with your readers. (Wow that comment sounds pompous! I’ve been reading too many old history books again! 🙂 but you get the idea — really great stuff man)

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      Hi Robert, yes, the autumnal reveries have a lock on me, for sure. You never sound pompous, all good. Enjoy the week, the last of it! The month, that is. Bill

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  7. You’ve really captured the mellow and the melancholy of the season Bill. Revel in it!
    Lovely, lovely post.

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  8. Aha whiskey adds layers to the moments and bring shades of varied moods. This writing is simple and taking readers on a passionate journey, Bill!

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