Long Night's Journey into Day

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Wed, 01 Apr 2015
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13 comments
 
Winter long – so sound, they sleep;
insipid roots embedded – deep, beneath
the mossy mantle of a crowded, clover bank
 
bathed by moonlight, sung to sleep
by a creche of stars, kept from ravages
of sheep and rabbits, by the contrariness 
of a holly hedge
 
sheltered from the rain by a diligence
of ancient oak trees, as arthritic limbs creak;
a hymn to the passing of the year...
 
a certain susurrus of leaves...a subtle
stirring, as toward the light, instinctively
they strive to spring alive...
 
a blue insistence of Dogtooth violets rise...
pug-nosed – ochre-eyed. A resurrection
of a kind.
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Silver Spun Sand Poems
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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

They seem to be there so suddenly don't they? Today, we passed a windblown verge in the countryside and were surprised to see masses of white violets there, and a little further again quite a big patch, and I think one violet one! They were shivering, but very pretty, and good to see them out.
I do like the contrariness of a holly hedge! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there Rhiannon, I noticed exactly the same thing...hence this poem.  The first ones I spotted were also on a grass verge where there is a new estate being built.  I do hope they manage to survive the ravages of the builders.

Many thanks for sharing your thoughts and observations.

Tina

 

 

Submitted by tibi popovici on

That's so beautiful, Tina! Winter dressing the fashion clothes of spring, the night resetting the time for the next sunrise...  and for ending, a complete ambiental rehabilitation, hideous, but promising.  In fact I don't remember at the moment a better nature metamorphosys crafted with words.

Powerful words, Tina!

Tibi

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

You did it again, tibi, created a wonderful picture with your words.  Many thanks for themsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by tibi popovici on

I think, for this time, you did it again cheeky

Submitted by Bee on

I can't find any! There's something so visual and blooming birthy about your words here, Tina. And yes, a resurrection of a kind is perfect. 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Oh dear, Bee.  Maybe you'll be luckier later on in the season.  Pleased you enjoyed this one, and took the trouble to tell mesmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

What a wonderful poem Tina...just love everything about this writing.

I like the way you describe the Oak tree with its arthritic limbs creaking, also that second stanza just blew me away.

Absolutely heavenly to read and one of my favourites of yours.

Jenny.  smiley

 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Oh Jenny, thank you.  I wondered if this one might have been 'right up your street', and it seems it was.  Many thanks for your wordssmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Geoff Smith on

This one blew me away - the phonology of it is stunning. I love the last line of the first stanza, but it's all good - and there's so much meaning to be had or explored too - you should be extra delighted with this one.

Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Well thank you, Geoff...and I think I amsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

So very beautiful.

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Philip, so very much.  Glad you think so.

Tina