18th June Woods and back

Cherry
Poem of the week

By Di_Hard

Tue, 18 Jun 2019
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14 comments
 

When sun rules the year and all frost's armies

turned to mist long burned up like cold caution

warm calm, balmy days come seeming ceaseless.

Wearing purple, the emperor's colour

even thriving in wood's ditch, campion

glows and herb robert's dainty stitching stems

support petal kisses. Foxgloves tower

with bells appealing to a throng of bees.

Shoulder high grass flowers plume still air till

nettle tips deceiving, curl soft, intense

in afternoon heat.  Shade-swallowed then shone

clear burst of amethyst rhododendron

thrilling as a ballgown found in secret.

Homeward bound by walls, ivy leaved toadflax

grows lax and cool from cracks in age smooth stone

before our garden, with buddleia in bud

and sweetrocket pale sprawling with its scent

welcoming guests with solar panel wings

 

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

What a lovely picture! what a lovely stroll, noticing, drawing your readers attention in an interesting way to some of the delightful detail to be noticed! Rhiannon

 (deceieving needs to drop the second 'e' , and 'rohodoendron' is actually 'rhododendron' – I had to look that up, but knew it did start with an 'rh' like my name! – the description 'thrilling as a ballgown found in secret' was superb! sad that they have to be curbed or take over too much!)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou so much for reading and noticing spelling mistakes Rhiannon :0) It took me a while to remember how to spell your name but now you have pointed this out I will always remember how to spell rhododendron :0) This poem came because of that one you wrote about all the yellows of Spring. Although, going round today maybe because the light is different, lots of the things I thought were just about purple are definitely PINK. So the bit about emperor's colour is not true

 

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This one is a real tour de force. Have I suggested you start trying to submit these poems Di?

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Insert :0) And for the cherries too! They are a bit too old fashioned I think.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

You take the reader with you on this woodland walk. I remember when in school  we used to go on nature walks and would have to write about what we saw as we rambled. I think this is a perfect poem.

I love the lines: - 

Foxgloves tower with bells appealing to a throng of bees.

Always reminds me of those old cottage gardens buzzing with worker bees.

Also: -

Shoulder high grass flowers plume still air till nettle tips deceiving, curl soft, intense in afternoon heat.

What a wonderful sight to behold.

A very dreamy poem indeed. Thank you for sharing.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou so much Jenny for your comments which are always so joyful to read. And for saying which bits you liked

 

Submitted by celticman on

Rhododendron [I think...] a maxi-dressed ballgown. 

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

thankyou CelticMan. Maxi, yes! Deer can hide in them :0)

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Our gorgeous poem of the week - well done!

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou so much! That's really kind!

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

Now look, Di. This is the first one I've come to and it's teeming with detailed observation and knowledge. And crafted. Your writing has really taken off in the last couple of years.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Di_Hard on

wow, thankyou! if it has improved it's from reading stuff on here. Like yours :0)

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Felt like I've been given a bot of an eduacation on my stroll through your lovely words. Never too old to pick up on something new.

Rich

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou so much Rich! If you got anything out of it I'm so glad as I gobble up your Craven Danger stories as soon as I see them :0)