On St Swithun's Day

Cherry

By Philip Sidney

Wed, 15 Jul 2015
  • 3624 reads
16 comments
 

On St Swithun’s Day

let the sky be overcast

 

drab drizzle feels more real

than the primary bright of

summer sun, crayon yellow

in a corner of a scrapbook page

ripped from childhood daydream

 

quiet and constant

fresh and grey

cool on skin and mind

dullness cannot break the surface,

disturb that which lies beneath

 

simple strength,

acceptance that

water falls gently

time passes

 

glory is little more

if at all.

Certificate U
Poem
Inspiration Point (work that responds to our weekly writing cue)

Comments

Submitted by catherine poarch on

I think I'm the first to comment and it's a thumbs up. This feels like a restful poem with a lot beneath the surface. I love the acceptance that water falls gently and the crayon yellow sun in the corner of the page.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank you Catherine. smiley

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank you for the cherries  :)

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Seems like a voice against false 'highs' that crash down into 'lows'.

It did remind me of my father's frustration trying to make my grandmother comfortable on a family holiday, on the beach etc, and after sun needing shading, wind protecting from etc, he said he thought her favourite weather must be drizzle – and to his surprise she seemed to agree (she lived on a Welsh mountain side)! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

I like both really, but there's a lot to be said for drizzle...:)

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

After the hot sizzling weather we've been having lately, I think your poem is a relief.

That third stanza summed up how I feel. Thought the second stanza was very original and descriptive.

Great read and well deserved of the cherries.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Glad it gave you a refresher. :)

Submitted by celticman on

St Swithum's day. There's a gentleness to your words that works its way into the poem. I had to look up St Swithum. I wondered what mighty deed he had wrought. 

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank you Vera.

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thank you celticman, I know little about the man, other than his day is a weather forecast for the year, which reflecting back to yesterday, will be very mixed...

Submitted by VeraClark on

What a soft gently drawn scene.

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Oops - said thank you in wong place (see above)

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Helen

I was so pleased to see the primary bright again in the sky this morning. St Swithun gets in on the act far too often as far as I am concerned.

Lovely poem, and very well written.

Jean

 

Jean Day

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Haha, thanks Jean, I think you are right!

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

I love those gentle rain days. This felt good. I love when that happens.

Rich

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

Thanks Rich, glad you felt it. :)