Blue Bell Grove

Wounded spirals of

oak struck lightning

twisting and warping

auburn autumns melting into yellows

the colour of gold

the soothing musk of damp pine

as god's tear raindrops

glisten and shimmer

through the rainbows call

A brooding beast of silence

The forest sings of Angels

and acorns fall eternally

into the dusk of insect wings

The gentle southern wind

conversing with the leaves and I

and I

have lost the dogs,

in my reverie

As the wild reclaims them

bone and sinew, all

My shouted wooded echo

reminds the birds to flee,

woodfire, bath and dinner,

the dogs arrive home

before me;

Reviews

[barleygirl]

You guided me thru this exact experience, being so mesmerized by nature, I forget to see where the dogs have gone off to. I was THERE thru every line! The two dog-related moments create a nice counterpoint (not abstract - immediate) & an intermission from the steady stream of sensory flow (abstract). Your nature writing is fresh & unexpected in ways I want to mimic (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

Hey, Margie, thanks for getting to the gist of the gist, it was a rare moment of beauty in my dark trammelled mind, liking your new photo, takes years off your hair cut, lol

[barleygirl]

Takes years off cuz pic was taken 16 years ago! *wink! wink!*

[gram linski]

oh aye trying to seduce a younger type of dick pic, lol

[barleygirl]

a hard dick is ageless . . . (especially at my age!)

[gram linski]

a hard dick would be handy at my age, lol, wink, wink,

[Eilis]

Well. I just discovered this this morning. It’s a bit like a jaunt through the softer side of someone’s mind. And, the wind itself speaks to me through the imagery.

I’ve never seen bluebells in person, but have watched plenty of movies where the heroines jaunt through these lush wooded meadows of purple blue flowers like they’ve wandered into some fairy realm. The places hidden from the furious tramp of human presence that somehow manage to be preserved in their wildness. Perhaps it’s the spirit of fairies (or the Green Man) that protects such places. That’s my explanation anyway.

For me, you’ve invoked the spirit of that wildness, but managed to make the man feel like he belongs among it. The lost ness in wonder perhaps being the invitation and acceptance of one’s place among needle and fern.

I just really enjoyed the descriptions of colors and trees and sensations. It makes the moment quite vivid and tactile. And also calming like the high wind itself speaking among the branches of trees.

The dogs may seem lost, but somehow they always know where they are going. As discovered upon arriving home.

This is a very kind of romantic, pastoral moment painted where it almost seems possible to reclaim the old slower ways of life and be fruitful. Especially in the mind. The soft flap of the contented spirit letting itself go in the wind.

That would be my one sentence summation, but. There’s a universe of feeling in the scene. It’s a lovely poem, Gram.

[gram linski]

why thank you, dear Eilis, it's a side of my nature that I tend to keep hidden, I am a gentle naturalist kind of guy, just don't tell my work mates, lol,

[Chris Shaw]

Such a different write for you. I really enjoyed your poetic description in this poem. Back to nature, nothing like it for soothing the soul. Puts stuff in perspective.

Chris

[gram linski]

Thanks Chris, I have many strings to my bow and danced naked round many a bonfire, if you know what I mean, which I think you do, lol

[Chris Shaw]

Now that's made me smile and oh my, all that naked imagery lol.

[Larq]

Oh, I am so glad I stumbled onto one of your reviews. Your use of language caught my eye. Then, to visit and see this gorgeous poem...a fellow nature lover! I was lost with you...the pines, dusk, gentle southern wind...birds taking flight...so lovely. Thank you for sharing this piece.

[gram linski]

Thanks for reading and enjoying, simple words cannot convey the beauty in Nature, thanks for sharing your views

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Such a lovely piece and filled with the sanity of love for nature. One can forgive you losing the dogs, or did they lose you? When one is taking in all the colours and sounds and smells it is easy to take ones eye off the ball. The dogs returning home alone is a great metaphor for don't sweat the small stuff!

[gram linski]

Cheers John, thanks for reading, as always, I am a tender hearted soul, but I do think the dugs gave me a body swerve, (just between me and you, ) never try noseblasting a springer spaniel in the woods, just saying, I wouldn't recommend it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

winter is coming, and nature seems to always be aware of that...but when bad things are going to happen in the human world...why aren't we more aware of those winters of ours?

thoughtful expression here...nice use of allegory.
j.

[gram linski]

Hey j, thanks , your review is a tad darker than me simple words, but thanks again for adding unssen levels, lol, I will read this again through your eyes,

[gram linski]

excellent poem, j, lol,