Harebells
By skinner_jennifer
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Beauty trims heath and woodland
with beckoning sways in gentle
breeze, heads barely raised
as flowers slip between long grass,
emblems of love and death; where
fairies gather upon this peaceful
whisper of air, and along trails that
wend through bleakness.
Life here is slender, eager nods
quiver in cool of days; a liberated
flower – yet those knitted roots
concealed chase the crawling hours,
buried in darkness – their pace
quickening as rain stimulates
movement, and the Canterbury
bells ring out for you.
Pixabay free to use image.
Harebells bloom from June to
September and are known as
witches thimble. Also linked
to fairy – lore.
It's a species of bluebell and
also Canterbury bell – from
the Campanulaceae family.
They are also recognized as
symbols of constancy and
everlasting love, often grown
around the graves of loved ones.
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They do look like the
They do look like the imagined fairy skirts don't they? But shurely not a witch's thimble! So delicate and swaying in the breeze. One of the lovely beauties of creation. Good to be reminded of the role of the roots, soil and rain in feeding their loveliness! Rhiannon
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Hi,
Hi,
This is a beautiful poem, Jenny. I enjoyed reading immensely. You are so good at these nature poems and the information you provided as background was fabulous !
hilary
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I didn't know they were
I didn't know they were witches thimbles - but that makes perfect sense. Evocative as ever, Jenny, you always take us right into the heart of what you're writing about.
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Pick of the Day
A beautiful piece of nature poetry, with a hint of mystery - this is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day! Please do share/retweet if you enjoy it too.
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Again you have found the
Again you have found the essence of the flower you choose to describe, even in the first line, with "trims" which immediately brought to mind their neatness, smallness, but with "beauty" added, also the rich wonderful surprise of finding them, a luxuriousness in the landscape. And I loved "beckoning sways", too, perfect way to describe how they move. And "slip between long grass" is great, showing the fineness of the grass and also the flower's seeming fragility. Yet, you have "trails that wend through bleakness" and they survive there, where people so far from their own familiar places feel witches and fairies near. "chase the crawling hours/buried in darkness" is a fantastic phrase, and you finish with "you" giving all this delight to the reader, as if we had experienced it ourselves. It's a lovely poem, I really enjoyed it
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Oh I love harebells - they're
Oh I love harebells - they're so delicate aren't they? Thank you for this lovely piece Jenny, and congratulations on the well deserved golden cherries!
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*****
Inspiration and Inspiring comes in many forms, arrives in a variety of ways....
For example this morning...... Just before dawn, getting ready for the day, watching & tracking weather, coffee in hand, taking a few minutes to read.... And then to be captured and taken in into a moment of Blue Bells & September, written with passion, vision & love......
Great start to my day with a smile*.......
(K)
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Beautiful. Witches Thimbles
Beautiful. Witches Thimbles and I like the link to fairy lore. Congrats on the well deserved POTD, Jenny. Paul :)
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A perfect poem Jenny; it took
A perfect poem Jenny; it took me to a fairyland filled with beautiful flowers surrounded by whispers of imagination. I love blue bells; their delicate beauty inspires poetry and fairy tales. Congratulations on a well deserved POD.
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Life is slender, Jenny, But
Life is slender, Jenny, But you catch its beauty here.
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