Sharps In May

Sharps In May

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(folklore and all that)

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In May watch hedgerows come alive
as hawthorn waves, enticing white,
a welcome sight in lonely lanes.
Yet should you venture close to touch,
be warned of thorns whose sharps attack.
Once blood is drawn, you'll soon turn back.
No pleasing fragrance greets your nose
as musky, pungence lingers there,
decay and plague in warm spring air.
And dare you use the blooms in rooms
beware your fate our folklore states
as pestilence brings doom and gloom.
Since ancient times, hedgerows defined
the boundaries of owners fields.
When twentieth century brought neglect,
and hedgerows suffered sad decline,
new laws were sought and now prevail
to keep our country ways in check.

© 2019 Chris Shaw


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A whimsical and sweet reflection on nature and the hedge with some history thrown in. A lovely flowing structured piece. I often had to waffle amongs the Hawthorn to get to sloe [blackthorn] bushes. The cuts were worth the effort when the sloe gin was ready!

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Ah sloe gin, those sharps would have been a small price to pay. Thank you John, for yet another thou.. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

4 Years Ago

Aye being up at 05:00, mornings are long here in the semi countryside lol!



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Such a fascinating poem on hedges. They must be very useful in the past as fences with those sharp thorns and pungent scent. Interesting that we don’t keep the flowers in our living rooms for fear of doom. Sad, they’re falling into neglect. Every living species on earth deserves to be preserved. A beautifully rendered and captivating poem Chris.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

A bit of history and folklore here DIVYA. Much truth though in the fact that the hedgerows do preser.. read more
DIVYA

4 Years Ago

It was my pleasure dear Chris.
I like this description, Chris. You've put a clear picture together, complete with scents and history and folk tales. Hedgerows are not something we see in Canada, but I have seen photos and such, they appear to be rather formidable. Still, I think a hedgerow is preferable to fences, at least they are blooming.

A good one.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Many thanks Ted. Hedgerows are a rich source of natural life. We are poorer without them. They are o.. read more
hedgerows...borders, keeping owners' fields separated, keeping people separated...today there is call for more borders to keep people apart...
and even without physical borders, we make emotional and mental ones as we push others away...so much separation of heart.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Thank you Jacob for your thoughts which I found interesting. The disappearing hedgerows had a huge e.. read more
A whimsical and sweet reflection on nature and the hedge with some history thrown in. A lovely flowing structured piece. I often had to waffle amongs the Hawthorn to get to sloe [blackthorn] bushes. The cuts were worth the effort when the sloe gin was ready!

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Chris Shaw

4 Years Ago

Ah sloe gin, those sharps would have been a small price to pay. Thank you John, for yet another thou.. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

4 Years Ago

Aye being up at 05:00, mornings are long here in the semi countryside lol!

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Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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