Garden at Dawn

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Poem of the week

By onemorething

Sun, 06 Jun 2021
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This morning, it drizzled, almost as though droplets of water were suspended, charged to the air, and I was merely a bodily invasion of a me-sized shape, bound in that space. It was quiet, thinned to cool prickles that dappled skin. A robin exclaimed, held by the outermost branch of a pear tree, his words cut, a knife to the heaviness of night to reach the gentleness of dawn. There is room for compassion in these embryonic hours, perhaps it is the solitude - being the last woman - and the judgements of others, that might descend in their own fine mist of possibility, are absent. And he is not here, and I am safe. This early universe and I are permeable, reformed from darkness; the garden and I remade in green, not caring where the dew ends and I begin. The fragile petals of papaver, red crepe, wrapped in a sleep that can only be broken with warmth, in the fullness of light. Awoken then, there is no past to rewind or relive, so when I told the lilac tree, today, that it was 5am, it replied that, here, time means nothing. 
 
 

Image is of my own garden. Written at 5am in my garden. 

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

It's a really special time of day - slightly magic - you've brought it to life in this piece onemore

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Yes, I love dawn, am ever grateful that I am awake ridiculously early! Someone told me recently, too, that there's a Michael Moseley radio programme that talked about how good dawn light is for you. I haven't listened to that one yet, but have no doubt it's true. It's a very magical time of day. Am glad you liked it. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This beautiful piece is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!

Please share/retweet if you enjoyed it as much as I did

 

Submitted by onemorething on

What a lovely Sunday surprise! Thank you very much! Have been in the garden almost all day, planting my garden centre mission goods. I'll admire them at dawn tomorrow. :)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I really like all the details in this, as Insert says, you have evoked the magic feeling of the dawn, when all sorts of things seem possible

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Ah thank you Di, am glad you thought so, it's important to do dawn justice! :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I know how you feel at this time in the morning Rachel. You also can't beat that first dawn chorus that sets you up for the day.

Such a relaxed poem that captures you and nature at it's best.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Jenny, yes, birds at dawn are wonderful to wake to. And so busy when it's quiet, you feel as though they are allowing you to witness their early work before everyone else is up. Am happy you liked it. :)

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

This is a wonderful piece or poetic prose perfectly describing the magic of dawn.

This is so well crafted it gave me goosebumps as I read it.

 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Oh thank you, that's such a compliment, am very glad you liked it. I seem to recall you being a fellow dawn fan when I had written about it before. Thanks so much for reading it and leaving such a lovely comment. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This is our Poem of the Week - Congratulations!

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Chuffed, thanks so much! Glad so many people share a love of dawn. :)

 

Submitted by D Marie on

'not caring where the dew ends and I begin'  :)

 

and the pic is lovely too. 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thank you! :)

 

Submitted by bhi on

What a wonderfully descriptive piece! OMT, you have this ability, this connection, which colours the garden and the metamorphosis taking place. I read in awe.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Ah, thanks so much, I do feel the most connection outside with trees and birds and all their friends. Thank you for your lovely comment. :)