Blagdon Lake in Winter

Gold cherry

By marandina

Sun, 22 Oct 2023
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19 comments
 

For Louise Glück

 

Blagdon Lake in Winter

Silver skies. Ephemeral light

glints on Blagdon Lake.

The geese are gone now.

I hear echoes of wind chimes

Dreams lured in quiescence.

Snow falls as silent wonder  

Forests ice-pines in winter’s embrace.

We watch the distant water.

Thoughts of Christmas….

And tell stories wordlessly as a storm

Gathers.

 

Pic is my own

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Comments

Submitted by celticman on

the geese are gone but we hear them in your words. 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading, CM. The geese flew home a while ago but we are still here.

 

[Good luck v Hearts soon. We are home to West Ham at 4.30pm]

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Paul,

this is such a gorgeous dreamy poem. I very much enjoyed reading.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Ah thanks Jenny. As above, inspired by the stupendously talented Louise Gluck RIP.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for the cherries, ABCEds. Much appreciated. Paul

 

Submitted by Turlough on

In Bulgaria some of our geese are still here but the lakes have just about gone. Will we ever have rain again?

Nice poem! I enjoyed reading it.

Turlough

Submitted by marandina on

Cheers, Turlough. Glad you liked it.

 

Submitted by rjnewlyn on

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Submitted by marandina on

Oh thanks very much, Rob! Much appreciated. Paul

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

'Snow falls in silent wonder' Yes. My favorite time to walk. It's like a cleansing. 

 

Submitted by marandina on

Ah thanks for reading, Rich.

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

catching up, this is a real thing of beauty - well done marandina, and congratulations on the golden cherries

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading, insert. So glad people like it.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A lovely little evocation of the scene, yet leaving plenty to imagination and filling in of a story, or stories. (wropping a thick jacket around myself!) Rhiannon

 

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading it, Rhiannon. Sometimes the best stories are the ones unspoken...or something like that.

 

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Love, 'wordlessly as a storm'. The magic of the lake, communicated softly in your poem. I googled it and now I want to visit.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Oh thanks for reading it, Jane. I've stayed in Blagdon on two occasions whilst on holiday in Somerset. It's an adorable village surrounded by stunning countryside. Highly recommended :) 

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Paul

 

Lovely poem  It certainly sets the scene.

Jean Day

Submitted by marandina on

Thanks for reading it, Jean :)