Frozen Ground

Cherry

By Rhiannonw

Thu, 25 Feb 2016
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Hope nipped,
joy buried
under frozen ground,
within, ice-bound;

fresh melting breeze of spring
unlocks brass barrier,
softening blooms
emerge, appear,
transform the desert surface –
songs, perfumes
that cheer those passing-by –
give pleasure;
and stalwart trees
spread roots and shoots
– stability,
productivity,
– fruit to share
or store
and treasure.

 

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Submitted by Bee on

So much locked away in this - full of hope, and I loved 'stalwart trees'. Beautiful poem. 

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

thanks, Bee. Yes, I liked 'stalwart trees' too! And the metaphor was on my mind. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I loved this poem Rhiannon,

it gives such a feeling of hope that although the ground is icy cold, new life is just around the corner.

Beautifully written.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jenny. Yes, I hoped that the anticipation of spring would warm hearts, aswell as suggesting the hope for the locked-in soul. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by loquaciousicity on

Reading this makes me set to spring for Spring!

Very nice Rhiannon!

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Yes, thanks, Terry – seeing the dullness of the trees at present, we feel we'll jump with joy when the green starts covering everything, and so when joy and smiling come to the hard-pressed. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Appreciate the cherries, thanks. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

You have captured the atmosphere very well.

Ed x

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Ed. I hope it mellows towards the end! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by maisie on

I liked it, however the stalwart trees line felt a like a bit of a shcck as if you might have had another line between the one above it....

I read it aloud, and nearly fell over it. :)

maisie angel Guess what?  I'm still alive!

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Maisie.

I think the 'stalwart trees' line was maybe meant to bring up short, to emphasise that both in nature and in a fruitful life, it isn't just the soft blossoms and perfume that are useful and attractive and give smiles, but also the things that take more time and work and effort, growing stability and fruitfulnes. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Rhiannon

I was so worried for the blossom and flowers when we had such a hard series of frosts this last week, but everything seems to have survivied. I guess that is the essence of your poem - don't give up hope.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thanks, Jean, yes, a good analogy.
A person can feel so dry and locked in, to him/herself, or to others, but when anything brings to gradual release, it is so lovely to see, and God's Spirit can work as a softenening wind when things are hard. Rhiannon