It was all so easy then.
Like that night we spent
up in the tree-house;
never before had the sky
seemed more like the sea,
rocking us to sleep.
Then, a woodlouse crept
onto your leg. I shone a torch...
cringing inside, making out
I didn’t mind. Brushed it aside;
bull-shitting you – a breeze
in them there days
and that peach-pink dawn...
the mewing of a buzzard
running rings around its mate,
and a heron, trawling
the blue; black-cloaked,
against a morning moon.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | February 21, 2011 - 16:43
This is beautiful Tina,
Ah! childhood memories of tree-house's and adventures, you bring it all back to me with this
poem.
Thankyou for the read.
Jenny.
Silver Spun Sand | February 21, 2011 - 17:08
Thanks Jenny. Pleased you enjoyed;-)
Tina
MistakenMagic | February 21, 2011 - 20:32
Love those two images in the final stanza, Tina. Especially the choice of the word 'mewing' - highly original! Well done :)
Magic xxx
fatboy74 | February 21, 2011 - 23:07
Just a beautiful little poem with such vivid description Tina - I was there and then again just for the briefest of moments. :-)
Dynamaso | February 22, 2011 - 06:28
Loved the image evoked of the heron - very nice indeed.
Silver Spun Sand | February 22, 2011 - 08:58
Hi there, Magic;-)
Glad you picked up on that. We have a pair that cruise in the sky over our field quite regularly, especially in the summer months, and the noise they make can best be described as 'mewing'. It is an evocative, and quite beautiful sound.
Thanks for reading and I'm glad you enoyed.
Tina xxx
Silver Spun Sand | February 22, 2011 - 09:01
Ta,fb...I trust you liked where it took you;-)
Many thanks for reading.
Tina;-)
Silver Spun Sand | February 22, 2011 - 09:04
Hi, Dynamaso;-)
I have no fish left in my pond because of the heron, but one cannot fail to be in awe of the enormity and beauty of these birds. Clumsy in landing, and certainly in take-off, and the whoomph-whoomph of their wings, quite something else!
Pleased I managed to portray something of this to you. Many thanks for reading.
Tina
shoe | February 22, 2011 - 10:47
A charming snapshot and the images in the final stanza are beautiful.
Silver Spun Sand | February 22, 2011 - 11:09
Many thanks, shoe. I count myself lucky that I have a garden to look out on, which is inspiration in itself.
Tina
Beeme | February 23, 2011 - 00:04
I agree with Shoe completely , beautiful images and a lovely snap shot! I really love this one :)
Beeme xx
Silver Spun Sand | February 23, 2011 - 07:55
Many thanks, Beeme;-)
Tina xx