My legs, leaden with a long winter’s sloth,
awaken with a tingle and I begin to fidget,
eager to walk, to work the stiffness off.
At crack of spring, blackbirds and finches scoff
loudly in the woods – a feathered quartet
to rouse legs leaden from long winter’s sloth.
Marvelling at the delicate hazy growth,
I cross the field, past the hawthorn thicket,
eager to walk, to work the stiffness off,
Golden celandines and primroses soft
spatter the hedgerows with sunshine – and yet
my legs are leaden from long winter’s sloth.
Daffodils ripple as I stifle a cough
in the chill March winds that I try to forget;
I’m eager to walk, to work the stiffness off,
Fresh rain sparkles in a newly dug trough,
washes away any sorrow or regret;
my legs, leaden with a long winter’s sloth,
prepare to march and work the stiffness off.
Kim M. Russell, 28th March 2019
Sarah reminds us that it’s time to look at another form – the villanelle! She says that it’s a beautiful form, but it has its challenges, and tells us about her personal relationship with the form as well as something about its history and structure, together with some examples.
I was delighted to read that Sarah encountered her first villanelle on the London Underground because I had posters of Poems on the Underground pinned up around my classroom when I was teaching. I also enjoyed the poem ‘One Art’ by Elizabeth Bishop and absolutely adore her second example, ‘Jewels in my hand’ by Sasha Moorsom – hard acts to follow.