Archive for the ‘nature poems’ Category

Silenced by the Sunset

Posted: April 11, 2017 in nature poems

Tonight at dverse Lillian wants us to take the top song of the year we were born and weave its title into a poem. Mine is Riders in the Sky by Vaughn Monroe ~ the big hit of <cough> 1949

riders in the sky label

Black specks of gulls
smudge a bloodied sky
as they head away
to roost for the night.
These riders of
the air spend daylight
blade whirling over town,
filling it with their
banshee cries. But
before a fierce setting
sun they become mute,
slip away down river
to some hidden place
and are pinned there
by the silence of stars.
Surrendering those
darkest of hours to
noiseless hunters that
cleave apart shadows
with sonar
and eyes
filled with light.

gulls at sunset

Crows Weep a River

Posted: March 21, 2017 in nature poems

At dverse tonight Paul Dear asks us to write a poem about rivers. The photo is an initial scribbling in my notebook of an idea for this poem – plus doodle!

He was a piece of night,
broken off,
left behind.
A crow smudging daylight
and in his eye a star was trapped.

He wept it free on high moors
and it began to run

through
sphagnum moss,
round granite,
gathering up a thousand
crow-dropped stars.
It led them to a hollow,
there they pooled and waited.

Another day,
a cloud burst of crows,
a dam breaks,

a galaxy streams downhill,
sears through the valley.

crow doodle 2

False Dawn

Posted: March 13, 2017 in nature poems, urban poems

At dverse tonight Kim is hosting and we are producing a 44-word Quadrille which includes the word ‘spring’.

In our street, car windscreens
are craze-cracked. White lace
netting glitters in a steel spring morning.
I fear for yesterday’s buds.

You could hear them then
breaking free on the fine ends
of tree branches.
They’ll be cracking to a different
tune this morning.

Forest Bathing

Posted: March 6, 2017 in nature poems, thought stream

At dverse tonight Toni hosts haibun Monday – a prose poem and haiku-style ending on the subject of shinrin-yoku .. otherwise known as forest bathing.

Cortisol hormones zing when plucked. An atmosphere stretches
the nerves, cranks up stress until it’s screeching. Fused into your
brain so that your eyes are pinpricked electrics. A prescription
of forest trails, pine needle tranquilisers, wood oils drip feeding
calm disarm words bent on harm.

In spring the owl hoots,
its echo searching for listeners.
Leaf voices die in autumn.

Autumn Pine Forest

Hard-Wired Nerves

Posted: February 27, 2017 in nature poems

Today it’s Quadrille time again at dverse. Hosted by De we have to write a 44-word poem that includes the word giggle.

Panic struck, a pigeon
shotguns out of trees
leaving a giggle of feathers
spiralling in air.

Following its trajectory
an echoing bang
chases across fields.
Fades through woods.

The bird touches down again,
eyes wild,
heart drumming
in the engine room of its fear.

Weather Bomb

Posted: February 23, 2017 in nature poems

Tonight at http://dversepoets.com/this-is-us/  is free write .. no prompt. So here’s one about Storm Doris that visited our shores today. ‘Weather Bomb’ seems to be a phrase conjured up by the weather office to make it sound more exciting! 

It goes off before dawn
exploding through woods.
Trees are in a frenzy,
some ripped up in the blast
leaving craters of shattered roots.
Hills heave and pitch
as if rocks were trying
to break free and scatter-shot
through the landscape.
And the river.
It is full of fear,
tearing at itself.
Tries to turn back,
is shredded in the shockwave.
Turns again and races
for its only escape route.

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This is the weather map of the approaching
storm which hit the UK today