Archive for the ‘nature poems’ Category

Dream Foundry

Posted: May 21, 2018 in nature poems, thought stream

At dverse Kim is hosting and has challenged us to write a Quadrille ~ a 44-word poem to include the word ‘rain’

With lilac, rosemary
and birch wood
we set a fire going.
Flames tear at night
reaching for the moon
and sparks rain as if
wanting to become stars,
fire
adding to fire.
That eternal engine,
that foundry
where dreams are
lost,
smelted
and reborn.

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Bella Donna

Posted: January 23, 2018 in nature poems, thought stream

At dverse Bjorn is hosting and has challenged us to write a poem about poisonous flowers!

She loves you
she loves you not
she loves
picking petals, crushing leaves
feeding you berries until
your blood’s a deadly
shade of night.
Until you think this love
is not quite right because

your throat is dry
speech is slurred
heart is racing
vision blurred

And yet you still drink in
her every word.

She’s your passion flower
and her dolls eyes
so big and dark
they draw you in
until you cannot move
cannot breath, completely
frozen by her beauty.

She loves you
she loves you not.

Poisonous plants:
Actaea pachypoda: known as doll’s eyes or white baneberry.
Atropa belladonna: known as deadly nightshade or devil’s cherry
Passilfora caerulea: known as passion flower

Note: bella donna is derived from Italian and means beautiful woman because night shade drops were used by them to dilate the pupils of their eyes to make them appear seductive.
Deadly-nightshade

Light In Shadows

Posted: January 15, 2018 in nature poems, thought stream

dverse tonight and it’s Quadrille time when De wants our 44-word poem to include the word ‘bounce’.

We sit and watch the river
break its back over rocks,
catch our breath as light
bounces through fractured
water. Undercurrent shadows
are sucked away downstream.
In those we see times when noise
was closed out and we rested
in the silence of being.

All At Sea

Posted: October 17, 2017 in nature poems, thought stream

At dverse tonight Kim is in charge of Tuesday Poetics and wants us to focus on a particular aspect of autumn. This was inspired by seeing lines of leaves drifting down river yesterday.

Strings of leaves stretch out
down river.

                A fleet of fire boats,

driven by the current.

Under full sail

                bouncing along, riding the ripples.

 Reds and ambers.

So light they barely touch water.

Bristling downstream,
an autumn invasion.

A growing flotilla. Countless boats

                launched from trees.

Joining our visions poured into the river,

The moors we saw

                heather, stonechat, dry stone walls
small bent trees, a palette of lichens.

The sunsets we saw

                breathing fire over the ridge

woods that ghosted out of the mists, a single swan,
moonlight, shadows, stars jewelling the weir.

This is the cycle, this is the ride
taking everything down to the river mouth.

At the turn of the tide,
the turn of the season

it’s all gathered up and carried away.

West Exe Park

Posted: September 25, 2017 in nature poems, thought stream

At dverse tonight Mish is in charge of the quadrille: a 44 word poem that this time is to include the word ‘spice’.

The chef is an alchemist
sorting through his larder,
and first to hand is cardamom
which he mixes in with dawn.
Now he lines up saffron,
paprika and cinnamon.
Pulls out jars of turmeric,
ginger and tarragon,
but waits
for summer’s spice to fade.

Being Human

Posted: August 22, 2017 in nature poems, thought stream, urban poems

At dverse Grace hosts Poetics and is looking at borders. Our task ~ if we should accept it! ~ is to include the word in a new poem.

In mist-light the great white house
is blue-grey. Sucked into a
murk where borders fade.
Where the certainties of hedges,
fences, a double gate are suddenly
exposed as quicksand. Like
comfort
income
security
ambition.

From across the river I watch
the house slip in an out of view.
I wait for the sun
knowing it will come.
Like phases of the moon,
like the herb robert flower
on a roadside verge,
like the departure of
tree summer leaves,
like the cycle of life
I’m riding just now.