Snowbound Morning

Dedicated to possibly the most unique person I know, but have never met!

Stretching my elbows alongside my head,

Fighting the need to rise from my bed

I spy, in the large picture window ahead

The sight I have dreaded, and dreamed...

 

I hastily wriggle my flannel gown down,

Notice one sock has slipped to the ground

But pad to the window, with barely a sound

And stand enrapt, at that sere scene!

 

The world, like the screen on a Fifties Philco

Has gone white and black, naught but shadows and snow!

My red, gold and ochre, tell me, Where did they go?

As my coffee I sip, newly-made...

 

Treebeard whispers to me, a vixen slinks by

A haunted expression alive in her eye

My heart reaches out to her, and my mind's eye

Wonders, how far from your den have you strayed?

 

Do your kits cry alone? Has your mate taken leave?

For your sad situation, I can't help but grieve,

And ask, How could I ALL of your hungers relieve?...

As I watch you pounce down through the snow.

 

I love all you creatures, four-footed and two,

The fisher, the ferret, the marten, the gnu

Contemplating your lives, as I'm so wont to do

As I back to my blue blanket go!

 

So the scene that I dreamed

When mind strayed, has new-made

my heart go to the snow--

Nemantic's blue blanket!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Laughing, smiling, wondering how you came to write this!

There's a ring of sounds in this, repetitive and lively, plus some grand lines: 'Treebeard whispers to me, a vixen slinks by A haunted expression alive in her eye' - and - ' I love all you creatures, four-footed and two, The fisher, the ferret, the marten, the gnu '

Seems there's a play on certain words here .. have to keep wondering though. In the meantime, thank you for sharing.

[Veronica Chandler]

Okay these images are painted so skillfully I feel I just read a Monet painting. This is an icredibly beautiful scene and the lines,
"I love all you creatures, four-footed and two,
The fisher, the ferret, the marten, the gnu
Contemplating your lives, as I'm so wont to do
As I back to my blue blanket go!"
Are still dancing in my heart and soul.
Amazing and inspiring look at a snowy morning; beauty is found in the simplest experiences if we would but look through poets eyes.

[Lourisa]

So enjoyable to read, nice flow to it! You painted such a vivid scene, feels like I'm standing right there at the window. Our winter will be here soon, my absolute favorite season, filled with beauty and mystery.

[Ladysue]

I agree with Emma, there are ring of sounds in this that does make it lively... your imagery was fantastic. this was playful and a pleasure to read...nicely done..

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

The imagery was so beautiful and vivid to the eyes! Loved It!

[John Stussy]

Excellent peom Mark. Your description of the scene is magnificent, the imagery presented with the vividity that such a sight confers onto the viewer. You write in a way that the classical poets of old would be proud of. As always, it`s a pleasure to read your work.

I have my RR`s turned off at the moment, so send me the titles of your poems you`d like read either to my inbox here or on Facebook, I`ll be happy to read them, given the chance. I`m running out of good reading material anyways.

[Nobody.]

This is a classic. Beautiful, thought-provoking and filled with amazing images. I also loved the quick allusion to Tolkien. Brilliant and alive.
Cheers!

[Elizebeth Brooks]

This is a great piece of work. You have a great way with words, and I cannot wait to read more of it.

Sarah.

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

I like the dream-like wave of words. Even the font speaks of rubbing your eyes just to clear them a bit .... There is a peace in snow. The clean fresh blanket as you so lovely spoke..... Think I will make some toast and read some more....