Illumination leaking in …

Cherry

By Rhiannonw

Tue, 17 May 2022
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Confined to bed,
an open window,
a far-away hoot,
a fox’ bark
a midnight car passing quickly by …
welcome dawn,
beautiful song, chorus,
clear trills resound,
increasing light,
relieving draft, cool breeze …
a cheery ‘Bye’
as a car draws away
for a working day,
soon muted chatter and laughter –
the trails of school children
heading for classroom
and play,
quiet of mid-morning,
toddler laughter as
Mum puts out the washing.
Irritable refusal to go back in,
howls
(will she be wise
and the child realise
the benefit of borders,
pray Mum not too tired)…
scents drift in…
a buzzing wasp around the window…
school children return,
laughter and banter
joy of release…
the evening settles down,
tired returnees from work,
cooking smells,
try to decipher
before downstairs cooking aromas creep up;
the window closed awhile …

[IP: the open window]

 

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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I liked this little glimpse of life from a window through the day - thank you Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you. It was the thoughts of the window being open, so what would it 'tell' without actually being able to look through it! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you for the cherries, appreciated! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

This is a brilliant thought provoking poem for the I P. I think you've captured all the sounds from our street completely Rhiannon.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, Jenny. As I said above, it was thinking of what comes to us through an open window when we can't look out, as I think mentoned in the IP notes, that set me thinkng. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I hope you are not confined to bed anymore? You have made such a detailed portrait, so vivid. The "eyes are the window of the soul" and in your poem, through a windows we see the soul of a house :0), 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you, but no, I haven't been confined to bed all along, though spending some time resting.

Your comment is interesting, I was more thinking of, imagining the feeding of the soul from the sensations of smell, hearing, feeling, sunlight, all without getting out of bed. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by marandina on

A sweeping, poetic account of morning, noon and night! Very nicely done, Rhiannon. Paul :) 

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Paul. Though for someone confined, it would be slow time, but hopefully relaxing! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

This really got into my head Rhiannon. As I read, I could really imagine lying there, confined but still living through all the sounds from the open window. Reminded me of being a small child and sent to bed in summer when I wasn't at all sleepy, how I used to lie in bed and hear the world outside and wonder why I had to go to bed so early when the world was still buzzing.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jane, yes, the sounds hopefully could be really pleasant, and interesting, and it's good to imagine. I can remember enjoying the sound of the rain outside when I was in bed, it seemed a really comforting sound, maybe because I was snuggled up warm! Rhiannon