Evening peace
By Rhiannonw
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Barley swaying in the breeze,
stricken sentinel stands stark,
no scarecrow but a symbol bold
of strength and beauty, permanence –
impermanence manifested now
for soon to crumble, dead –
in midst of pulsing soothing waves of
green and growing living food
in evening light.
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Lovely
A real sense of place.
Best
Lena x
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I love everything about this
I love everything about this poem Rhiannon, gave me a real sense of the countryside at its best. It goes so well with the photo too.
Jenny.
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I'm so glad you didn't rest
I'm so glad you didn't rest with the photo! That could only be static, and your poem catches the movement of crop striving and tree slowly easing back into the land's food chain. Your title could even be about the life stage of the tree? And at a time of talk of food shortages it is a great comfort to be reminded of a burgeoning field in your perfectly chosen words, simple and powerful as always
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I've always that thought that
I've always that thought that the skeleton of a dead tree adds so much to the landscape and I like that you've paid tribute to it here with your wonderful Rhiannon. The contrast of the tree standing still among all the life and movement of the crop reminds me of being a child, looking at the banked shipwrecks at Goodwin sands, static with the sea all crashing around them.
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