Overcast The day is overcast and sombre, The sky a shimmering quicksilver, Ponderous clouds squeeze the atmosphere And droplets of rain are fresh and clear, Inspiring muted green, blue and grey – A watery palette on a rainy day.
Month: October 2015
We went to see a play last night…
and another one this afternoon! Theatre When the lights go down A magic spell is woven By human beings
I love the sound and smell of steam trains…
and many years ago took my first trip on North Norfolk Poppy Line. I hope to do it again soon. The Poppy Line With a dragon’s sigh, The heavy locomotive is ready to depart; One last wave goodbye, A gentle tug and the journey starts. In clouds of billowing smoke, The train passes a signalman, […]
Sometimes we just have to stand still and take it all in
Standing at dusk A low October sun Skims the panorama At its horizon, Sinking behind Elevated fields. From a nearby copse Comes the whispering And chattering Of birds Settling for the night. A raucous skein of geese Scrawls across The expanding Norfolk sunset A haiku to dusk. Image found on Pinterest
Oddquain
I recently came across this poetic form on ladyleemanila’s blog and thought it quite fitting for the image of a sculpture we photographed on a trip to Bratislava. Odd How Odd the head In the market square Big white ugly magnetic Odd
A new fairy tale
The Princess and the Pea He wanted a real princess So the prince rode far and wide There were so many But he never felt inside That they were real He returned to his palace The king and queen Could give him no solace One night thunder roared Lightning flashed The rain poured There was […]
A familiar sight after the harvest
Harvest Fire Naked fields are parched Stubble burns with crackling flames The burnt field quivers Free image found on www.colourbox.com
A colourful memory on a dark autumn morning
Brancaster Poppies That sunny May morning Walking by the coast at Brancaster The horizon laced with boats The breeze was bracing Amongst untamed weeds And the rustle of reeds A flash of red silk In the verdure Burnt on the retina Of the day
A Harvest Poem Found in Virgil’s Georgic I
Harvest In early spring the icy drip Melts down the mountains, To loosen the crumbling clod Under the deep press of the plough Behind the groaning ox, Fulfilling the farmer’s prayer With boundless harvest-crops. Cornfields smile At the plump wheat ear Mingling with the grape. The olive springs From richest rain; The earth is green […]
Today is the birthday of the ancient poet Virgil
A Tanka to Virgil It’s Virgil’s birthday Classical Roman poet Whose burial cave Was supernaturally carved From the power of his gaze
writing in north norfolk 