renewable 2 (second go at this)
By Di_Hard
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behind a moss furred wall
woods slope down
and bluebells shimmer
peacock hued
through bright green shade
cool incense filled
and in the field
airy Rumplestiltskins
white, bird-bone slim
spin, slow spooling
unseen power
from warm May sky
as seagulls doodle
light in light above
an even, lower blue
where cup sailed boats
fallen-feather-small
run with the wind
to a cuckoo's call
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I'm not good at trying to
I'm not good at trying to compare, Di. I hadn't meant there was anything wrong with your descriptions of the boats in the other - sometimes I just need a bit of reassurance.
I like the mossy wall and the colour of the bluebells coming in in this version. [You've misspelt incense this time!] Also the last line is a good ending!
It's getting rare to hear the cuckoo in so much of the country, it seems. Rhiannon
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This wonderful evocation of
This wonderful evocation of summer (even better than the first version!), with its offer of hope for the future, is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you've enjoyed it too.
Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons
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I love the little loose bit
I love the little loose bit at the end, blowing in the wind there, it's brave but it works. May is the most beautiful month. Lovely fresh words.
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That last lingering line is
That last lingering line is brilliant. I almost heard the cuckoo.
Great poem, Di_Hard. Great pick of the day. Sets spring into summer up nicely with a terrific pen portrait.
Parson Thru
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I like this one just as much
I like this one just as much as I liked the first. This is our Poem of the Week - Congratulations!
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Brilliant pick!!!
Brilliant pick!!!
This really is a beautiful depiction of a magical early summer scene. One to dig out and imbibe when the grey, wet evenings come.
Job done, poet.
Parson Thru
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I have to say that I really
I have to say that I really enjoyed that first stanza, I could just picture a moss covered wall and on the other side a bank leading down to a woodland of bluebells.
So beautiful and mysterious.
Jenny.
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Airy and spring-like, this
Airy and spring-like, this gentle verse evokes the fresh scents of May and the burgeoning of life in springtime. Love the moss covered wall and bluebells, nice juxtaposition of spring colors that creates an instant picture in the reader's mind. Only thing, and this is my personal issue, I like more punctuation. Sometimes have to read through a few times to get what the author meant without punctuation to guide. But, I know that little to no punctuation is the popular mode now, it's just old-fashioned me, I suppose! Lovely piece.
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