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Rockhollow Series: Foraging Similarities
Title: Foraging Similarities
Fourteen of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred
#NaPoWriMo19
Blue tits don't visit Rockhollow,
nor wrens,
yet when early light flits in my Gran's garden, through the branches old
on border edges of tilled earth -
I see them.
Magnolia leafs here,
a powerful protector of the internal flower.
Her whiteness warriors curled,
she's already hurled those waify clothes
in lover's spat upon the dirt
of Devon.
They live beneath the same overcast sky
and birds fly in and out of the same native trees
yet yesterday there was snow here, then Sun, then rain,
an unpredictable Mother Nature I don't greet
in the Rockhollow.
I document her turns and spins, you see,
I believe in journalling, find it freeing
I flick back and recall all
I've done - she's shared
with gratitude and patience.
A writer's husbandry is an art form.
Blue tits don't visit Rockhollow,
nor wrens,
yet when early light flits in my Gran's garden, through the branches old
on border edges of tilled earth -
I see them.
Fourteen of Thirty
Unique words: One Hundred
#NaPoWriMo19
Blue tits don't visit Rockhollow,
nor wrens,
yet when early light flits in my Gran's garden, through the branches old
on border edges of tilled earth -
I see them.
Magnolia leafs here,
a powerful protector of the internal flower.
Her whiteness warriors curled,
she's already hurled those waify clothes
in lover's spat upon the dirt
of Devon.
They live beneath the same overcast sky
and birds fly in and out of the same native trees
yet yesterday there was snow here, then Sun, then rain,
an unpredictable Mother Nature I don't greet
in the Rockhollow.
I document her turns and spins, you see,
I believe in journalling, find it freeing
I flick back and recall all
I've done - she's shared
with gratitude and patience.
A writer's husbandry is an art form.
Blue tits don't visit Rockhollow,
nor wrens,
yet when early light flits in my Gran's garden, through the branches old
on border edges of tilled earth -
I see them.
Published 14th Apr 2019
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14th Apr 2019 11:05am
I love the Magnolia tree imagery there - that's the state tree of Mississippi, the home of my mother's people. Whenever I see them I think of my very early childhood years. I also enjoyed the circular nature of this - almost seasonal in that everything returns eventually to spring.
