green serene thoughts
By Di_Hard
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Bird-breast soft, white clouds nestle egg-round hills
across calm, mist dimmed sea way's blue between.
Pavement's happy elephant skin, warm, still
sleeping all the way from home to woods in
afternoon sun. Sandstone walls bask, pale gold
under grey, blue, purple slates and chimneys
for centuries aerially patrolled
by herring gulls riding high westerlies.
At road's turn down to the beach, shade spread wide
trees wait to welcome; rubble path cobbling
clay's slicky stick. Woods' water's dark-sleeks slide
under in an old pipe to sea's coupling.
Steep slope up, don't slip. Look back, the ferry
carves a curve in the bay. Hear peace begin
by pendant pagodas of treacle berry.
On, up, to long grasses' cling, then bracken
tall-stalked wings overhead, sheer cliff dropping
where a glacier slid, Earth ages gone
to hidden stream. Touch of lush larch now, flopping
fresh-fragile needles' tickle cool, new cone
a tight curled red rimmed frill. On, past stark arch
of rhododendron, amethyst trumpets
call to bumblebees on Summer's sweet search
and into spiney pine trees' scratchy straights
then, Here, unbrooked, through smooth stroked pebbles
bright skeined cold rippling in willow dapples
light, liquid rain-tongue, clear speaking secrets
of sky's closeness has no time for regrets
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A dreamy warm afternoon
A dreamy warm afternoon stroll? Enjoying the detail with interesting descriptions! I particularly enjoyed the description of the pavement, and the larch.
Wasn't sure what 'Hear peace begin by pendant pagodas of treacle berry.' referred to.
You must live in a very interesting part. Rhiannon
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Thank you for that link. Must
Thank you for that link. Must look out for that. Rhiannon
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Thid poem is so eye catching,
Thid poem is so eye catching, it makes me feel like I've been on a walk with you. Especially loved the lines:
At road's turn down to the beach, shade spread wide
trees wait to welcome, rubble path cobbling
clay's slicky stick, Woods' water's dark-sleeks slide
under in an old pipe to sea's coupling.
A very vivid picture, which I'm presuming is of your neck of the woods Di.
Some lovely usage of words too.
Jenny.
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How strange Di, I've just
How strange Di, I've just invested in a camera too, but like you it will probably take me a decade, if and when I get around to uploading photos. Only taken pictures around the garden so far. The shop I bought it from do developing, so that's a great help.
We do seem to have a lot in common don't we?
Jenny.
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This is beautiful Di- one of
This is beautiful Di- one of your best. Thank you so much for taking me on your glorious walk!
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A visual, evocative ramble so
A visual, evocative ramble so articulately expressed in words. I was right there with you, Di. Paul :)
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we've always have time for
we've always have time for regrets, but bittersweet is the way to go.
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This is like a short holiday
This is like a short holiday and just what I needed to read today. I'm glad you didn't cut it short. I could feel the heat from the sandstone and imagine the long grasses clinging. 'No time for regrets'. This is one to revisit.
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This brilliant poem is our
This brilliant poem is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!
Please share/retweet if you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Picture Credit:http://tinyurl.com/2s37ypsk
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oh I'm so sorry to hear the
oh I'm so sorry to hear the camera was duff!!
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Hi Di
Hi Di
what a lovely picture you paint. Each aspect is given its special description. Beautiful.
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