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The pennines
In blue and clear
waves of roiling heather
Swamp the peaty moor.
Irate easterlies
force purple headed stems
to whip and whisper
Waterfowl
Alight and skim
on windy waters.
Rippled mirrors
no longer calm
reflect a thousand suns.
Kitty Hawk in search of target
Floats, dances, then dives
to ground.
A not too shrewd shrew
succumbs, a squeak or two
then death and feast.
The moorland stage.
Divine, not quite austere
displays the play of nature
to my jaded eyes.
Each day i enter
through its styles
i find afresh, surprise.
waves of roiling heather
Swamp the peaty moor.
Irate easterlies
force purple headed stems
to whip and whisper
Waterfowl
Alight and skim
on windy waters.
Rippled mirrors
no longer calm
reflect a thousand suns.
Kitty Hawk in search of target
Floats, dances, then dives
to ground.
A not too shrewd shrew
succumbs, a squeak or two
then death and feast.
The moorland stage.
Divine, not quite austere
displays the play of nature
to my jaded eyes.
Each day i enter
through its styles
i find afresh, surprise.
Published 2nd Apr 2010
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Anonymous
3rd Apr 2010 7:42pm
poem, which reminds me a little of Philip Larkin, although your style is more unconventional. I lost the thread a couple of times, but was always set upright again, almost immediately, by the following piece of this pleasant puzzle. Very good.
3rd Apr 2010 8:15pm
thank you again.
i'll see if i can remedy the jumpiness when i do an edit. always good to hear if something skips a beat. i'd like to say i wrote it that way but i'd be lying :)
i'll see if i can remedy the jumpiness when i do an edit. always good to hear if something skips a beat. i'd like to say i wrote it that way but i'd be lying :)
19th Apr 2010 3:11am
12th Jul 2010 4:34am
