Kyre pools

By Rhiannonw

Sun, 29 Jan 2012
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Clear blue sky, bright winter sun,
fresh, crisp air, a touch of breeze,
rippled patches, still reflections –
tracery of the edging trees;
none but us, and singers hidden
in the branches, and a sudden
buzzard calling from up high
cat-like ‘mew’, in clear blue sky.

Certificate U
Poem
Countryside explorations
Nature

Comments

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
So very beautiful, this, Rhiannon. Apparently, because of the mild winter birds have resumed singing much earlier than usual. I have certainly heard a lot of birdsong myself, which is very strange for this time of the year. By the way, I love the ending of your poem. We have two buzzards around here that are kept at a place called Toddington Manor. Where my sister lives in North Devon, they are very common, but not usually in East Anglia, unfortunately;-) Their cry is just like a cat 'mewing' which you capture so well here. Much enjoyed. Tina

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thank you Tina, we had such a lovely little walk yesterday, and I felt I had captured the pleasure of it here, – meant to have been working on something else! My husband is much quicker in noticing all the bird songs than I am, but yesterday I was aware, and of how such strong voices were above me, but still we couldnt see their owners! Yes, there does seem more than usual for the time of year. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by shoe on
I agree, it's beautiful, and I like the subtle rhythm too.

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on
I love when an economy of words works so well. No easy feat. I really enjoyed this. Rich

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Thank you so much, Shoe, and Rich. I'm glad it worked for you aswell as me! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by ScoZen on
I liked this. I have buzzards near to me in a protected piece of woodland. They float past my window most days and perch on a neighbours roof.
ScoZen

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
That sounds nice! Glad you enjoyed the verse too, and thanks for saying so. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI Rhiannon

Welcome back. I presume you were somewhere walking and watching birds, and will soon be telling us all about it.

This is a lovely little poem. I am wondering if the same is true this year - being mild.

What does Kyre mean - is it just the name of the place where you were walking?

Jean
 

Jean Day

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Yes, thanks, Jean, - maybe some verse will emerge! Kyre gardens and house are by the pools, but I'm not sure where the name comes from. They are in Worcestershire. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon, reading this poem was a pleasure. I've been thinking of you and sending good health your way. I do hope your health gets better and better each day after your operation.

I also hope you are able to get out and about and enjoy short walks, like the beautiful nature in your poem which I thought was very descriptive and had me wanting to venture out today.

Thank you for sharing and take good care of yourself.

Blessings always.

Jenny. x

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Thank you for your good wishes and love and concern, Jenny, I'm glad you enjoyed this walk description, and so did I being reminded to read it again and remember the occasion! Rhiannon