… The Bright Day Interlude following

By Rhiannonw

Fri, 18 Dec 2015
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near  Whitney Toll Bridge, near Hay-on-Wye

Good to get out
when the weather is dry,
with breeze that will freshen,
and the clouds lifted high.
We pad through a thicket
on beach-tree leaf mulch;
over flood plain we squelch
(the fields waterlogged),
and cling to the fence
where large puddles lie
too deep for our boots,
– when we can’t quite get by
without slowly sinking
in watery ground,
must back-track to find
a different way round.
The river is full
rushing heavily on
branch caught on the bridge,
catches twigs swept along;
a buzzard is mewing,
a goldfinch flock flits,
and swirls, then a cluster
of pink long-tailed tits;
while the wind shakes the pines
– sound of trains rushing fast –
and a low-flying jet
like a bullet shoots past.

 

Certificate U
Poem
Countryside explorations
Nature

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

I love the rhythm and rhyme in this poem, with its picturesque view of the river and the twigs being carried by the rush of water.

I could see the birds in their splendour, while the wind shook the pines. The sound of trains rushing fast, while a low flying jet like a bullet shoots past, all set the scene for the drama that unfolds.

Perfect poem.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jenny. So glad you enjoyed it. We were really refreshed, after quite a while of not getting out much with health, weather and duties. It's nice to keep a record of some of these outings! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

I love the alliteration on the birds - goldfinch flock flits for example. You paint a pretty picture.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Glad you enjoyed it, Jean. The weather does seem to be in pockets at the moment, and on bleak days its nice to remember the bright ones, and passed enjoyments gained. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by forest_for_ever on

I always love poems that I can relate to.  We live in a tiny village in County Durham and just behind me are three fields leading to the local parish church.  The footpath passes our cottage and this poem could have been written there.

Your work never falls below an incredibly high standard and this poem has it all.  The imagery topping the list.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

So pleased you related to this. We have to appreciate the pockets of fine weather when we get them at the moment, and maybe appreciate them the more if following on from dark days. Rhiannon