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    [post_content] => The pool pulled through seven hollows scooped
in limestone, emptied in a single channel fluting
through a dark walled gorge. Green and clear,
the pool exhaled in glacier breath:
a chill was on the place.
We left the pool and in an hour came to a castle
sticking like a thumb out of the ground.

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            [wpcf-summary-description] => Clare Pollard says: I love the name ‘Wanderweg’! What a brilliant place-name! It intrigues straight away, as does the rest of this beautiful poem.  There something menacing about the description of the pool – its difficult journey ‘pulled’ through seven hollows; its clarity, cool and darkness. It fills us with foreboding. And then they set off to the castle, which is brilliantly described as ‘sticking like a thumb out of the ground’. We think of the phrase ‘sticking out like a sore thumb’ – it seems like it doesn’t belong. Who is speaking? Why are they travelling to the castle? What will happen there? We are left with a sense of unease.
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Postcard Poem about Wanderweg, Switzerland

Sarah Lucas

The pool pulled through seven hollows scooped
in limestone, emptied in a single channel fluting
through a dark walled gorge. Green and clear,
the pool exhaled in glacier breath:
a chill was on the place.
We left the pool and in an hour came to a castle
sticking like a thumb out of the ground.

Sarah-Lucas-Postcard-Front-550

Sarah-Lucas-Postcard-Back-550