Mossbawn

There was a sunlit absence.The helmeted pump in the yardheated its iron,water honeyedin the slung bucketand the sun stoodlike a griddle coolingagainst the wallof each long afternoon.So, her hands scuffledover the bakeboard,the reddening stovesent its plaque of heatagainst her where she stoodin a floury apronby the window.Now she dusts the boardwith a goose's wing,now sits, broad-lapped,with whitened nailsand measling shins:here is a spaceagain, the scone risingto the tick of two clocks.And here is lovelike a tinsmith's scoopsunk past its gleamin the meal-bin.

Resonance for Heaney

Helmeted - simplistic (child's view)

senseshoneyed --> noun converted to verb

move from inside to outside

nostalgiasenses --> visual + aural

The door sends out it's shape in heat - child's view

Change in tense (increases impact - makes what he's describing more immediate)

unromanticised

serenity, calm, quiet, bliss, home is a place of peace, no rush, no hurry, no bustle

comes to a conclusion about his past EPIPHANYthis for Heaney, encapsulates love on every level (can be found in the ordinary, even though it's not visible it's still shining)

Imagery'sunlit anbsence''helmeted pump''water honeyed''floury apron''the scone risingto the tick of two clocks'

Simplistic - child's view'helmeted pump''plaque of heat'

Senses'her hands scuffledover the bakeboard'' the scone risingto the tick of two clocks''the reddening stovesent its plaque of heatagainst her where she stood'

Nostalgia'each long afternoon'

Nostalgia

Techiques --> outside to inside                     past to present(timelessness)'the sun stoodlike a griddle coolingagainst the wallof each long afternoon.So, her hadns scuffled over the bakeboard...''there was a sunlit absence....... now she dusts the board'

Unromanticised

Unromanticised'...sits, broad-lapped,with whitened nailsand measling shins

Calm, homely, safe, comforting, stillness, tranquility, warmth, nurturing, nourishment.'here is a spaceagain, the sonce rising to the tick of two clocks.'

Simile'...the sun stoodlike a griddle coolingagainst the wall.''And here is lovelike tinsmith's scoop sunk past its gleamin the meal-bin'

Epiphany'And here is lovelike a tinsmith's scoopsunk past its gleamin the meal-bin'

HeatH SOUNDS'helmeted''heated''honeyed'

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