Sol Monath (mud month in old english)

Cherry

By Di_Hard

Wed, 21 Feb 2018
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frost a cold kindness

makes scars of passage

reopened each day

numb, unhealing. New

sun brings back feeling

 

warms clenched stone knuckles

and knee caps breaking

slick dark skin, rain drenched

rich with beginnings

 

bird song measures air

claiming space with walls

of beauty, all free

 

I walk through, lighter

 

where tree tips green grows

sparks of first fire - life

catching from Hazel

to Rowan, Cherry

to Hawthorn and on

till hills curve vivid

with a rolling blaze

of unfurling leaves

 

 

  

 

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

Some beautiful imagery in this poem - particularly that final one of the green spreading like a contagion.  I'm enjoying all the spring-inspired pieces, except I hope you don't all get too depressed when the promised snow arrives!

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Insert, and thankyou for the cherries! I don't mind if we get snow, am just so glad it's getting LIGHTER :0)

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Yes, the image of the spread of the 'green blush' is beautiful, and also like the melting of the bone-hard frozen mud, and the free, enriching increase of birdsong. Paints an appreciative picture, thanks. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Rhiannon, it was from reading your poem about Brown that made me think of it. Still go back to your poem about Birdsong which is one of my favourites on here

 

Submitted by Pat G on

Perfect shape, imagery and pace. The creaking of late winter.

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou so much Pat for your kind comment

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Beautifully described here the first cracks of spring from the brown of late winter. Mud month is a perfect way to put this February.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Jane. February was known as Mud Month. And Cabbage Month, apparently. But didn't want to go there