Wild daffodils of field and meadow*
By Rhiannonw
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Wood’s canopy still bare,
delicate wild daffodils scattered across
the dead leaf-litter floor
with splashes of bright snow-white
wood anemones, windflowers;
and a field crammed
with golden, dazzling clumps,
and patient ewes with shaky, sprightly,
stick-legged, knobbly-kneed lambs dancing
exploring and urgently feeding in the midst.
* south of Dymock, north Gloucestershire, 21/3/19
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wow, this is lovely!
wow, this is lovely! Particularly like your description of daffoldils as "golden, dazzling clumps" and the new lambs "dancing, exploring and urgently feeding"
It is wonderfully full of life all through
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A beautiful poem, especially
A beautiful poem, especially apt for last week's Spring Equinox, capturing the colours and promise of the new season. And so it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.
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Beautiful Rhiannon. The
Beautiful Rhiannon. The description of young lambs is dancing with their knobbly knees is perfect and spring wouldn't be spring without daffodils. They look so natural growing in the field in your photos, in contrast to my local council which have planted them on the roadside all in perfect lines like soldiers.
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This is our poem of the week
This is our poem of the week - well done!
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Dead leaf litter floor
I particularly loved the 'dead leaf litter floor' line. Only trouble is it made me refocus on a similar scene in my back garden
A well deserved Poem of the Week and beatifully written. I can feel your joy at the scene when I read the poem.
Graham
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Thanks Rhiannon. I'll tell
Thanks Rhiannon. I'll tell you the truth. I was too scared to do the course and I returned to Exmouth in October and I've been ill with depression. On the good side I have a roof over my head and friends who live near who care. I still look into Abc for a browse now and again.
Agree with Jenny Skinner this is a well deserved Poem of the Week.
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Elsie, so sorry to hear that!
Elsie, so sorry to hear that! Try writing on here? You will get so much support, so many of us have been through this
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So sorry to hear things are
So sorry to hear things are difficult at the moment, Elsie. We miss you on here. Keep browsing and do please let us see some more of your lovely work when you feel able. It's disheartening when you start something and then find you're not in the right place to complete it, but it happens, and it just wasn't the right thing for you at this particular time. Take care. xx
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Hi Rhiannon,
Hi Rhiannon,
I can't believe I missed this beauty. You've summed up the start of Spring perfectly. What a pleasure it must have been to see those knobbly - kneed lambs dancing exploring and urgently feeding in the midst. I've never seen wild daffodils before and had no idea they grew wild.
Very glad it was made poem of the week, well deserved.
Jenny.
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Such a grab you in its
Such a grab you in its clutches poem. So sweet and full of vigour -- its beauty -- its proud place under the sun -- and I wanted to jump into the center of all the colours and press them tightly. Truly inspirational. ps. Years ago on a family holiday I took a picture of my wife standing before a field of a million daisies. They stretched from your eyes to forever. Hugs, R, --Richard and Esther.
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