Tag: nature
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8.12: Sentinel Trees
Sentinel Trees These areher sentinel trees,watchersof her comingsand her goings This first Sundayof the month,frost holdingthe air lowand steadyas she leansbackinto the white breath of a birch. She, once a childof its slow-growing seed,whispers,tell me a story…one about a young womanwho ran awayto the citybecause she thoughtgreenwasn’t enough. And tell meshe knows nowhow her instinctsmove…
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29.06: Wings & Elderflower
WARNING; MANY WILL FIND THIS VIDEO A HARD ONE TO WATCH. THE MUSIC IS BEAUTIFUL — TRUTH IS OFTEN NOT. Broken Wings and Elderflower The oaks unstitch the night,sunlight dripping through, honey-thick,and pooling in my footprints.It is liquid gold.And above, the warblers tasteof elderflower,their notes glinting like tossed pennies. I kneel into the coolness of…
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13.04: Poem-a-Day Challenge
III. How the Forest Gathers You listen—a single leaf, parchment-thin,twists on its stem like a keyin a lock you can’t see. it clicks open the breeze,and suddenly the whole canopyis whispering in code. feel—the light doesn’t fall here; it clings—to your arms like warm honey,to the creases of your sleeves,even to your eyelashes,until you blink—slow—and…
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9 Jan: Journal of Thoughts
Four Days of a Hawk in Woburn Forest On Monday,a falcon took a pigeonwho was lostin its own little snowstorm. On Tuesday,we discovered the falconwas a hawk. On Wednesday,the hawk fell fast on a rat,its eye and tooth and bonequenched no appetite. On Thursday,the hawk swung a single arc,and straddled a happy little rabbiton the…
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16 June: The Stars Fall Sideways
Day 16. Describe a special moment when you felt truly connected to nature. When the Stars Fall Sideways It’s not the poetic fillof a challis-filled lake betweenthe rising foothills of the Alps, orthe memory of season’s change,or Orion’s star-embellished belt,or autumn walnuts roasting orthe first snowflake falling orthe look back over my shoulderat the moon,…
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11 June: Sunday’s Soapbox #thewildness
Day 11. Write an essay on the importance of protecting local wildlife habitats. Sunday’s Soapbox at Speaker’s Corner (284 words, 2 minutes of your time) Let me put it this way – the loss of one species within an ecosystem, whether plant, insect or animal effects them all. Protecting one protects them all. And us.…
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04.03.22 First Daffodil Opened
The Rain Has Gone . . . see the daffodils,morning light shining through them. And there it is.Yellow. Bright as an egg yolk.The colour of ripe wheat. El Dorado. Daffodils are cherubs.Spring lambs. A child’s bright face.Tell us a story! Tell us a story! It’s a colour somewhere betweena blossom and a breeze. Yellow was…
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24.02.22 A Choka Poem
Write Me a Silver Lining The turn of a wordthat ploughs deep as the note ofsharp-toned larks, that word, that coldlike Rostock winters,but we still so love to watchthe breeze writing on birch leaves. Poetic Form: Choka (5.7.7/repeated) Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #apoemaday on Twitter
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15.02.22 That Old Chestnut
That Old Chestnut It’s still gnarly-bare,no leaves yeton that old chestnut tree. It’s old.It’s arbitrary.Bang-bang out of order, like a belligerent judge,a rigid thought growing wherenothing near it is its equal. There’s nothing symmetrical about it.Hit by lightning years ago.Blew sprinters and branches aboutas if hit by God’s own fist. But that tree’s dying.Slowly.Bleedingfrom its…
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18.02.22 A Storm Called Eunice
A Storm Called Eunice In front of me, a massacreby dark and crossed arms.But the garden will mendfrom this crystalline damage.From tempest spinning circles, and pitched storm spectres.Phantasm thrumming andrequiem squealing at windows.Our bare ghost trees cut fromcard are yelling and coughing.It’s carnage from a sunken sky. edited 18/2/22 10.43am Image The Storm by E Munch 1893.…
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