Sea Of Gorse.
A golden,
prickly, sunshine-yellow sea
Of gorse,
this time of year invites my soul,
Inspires delight
down lonely highways
As, escaping into dusk evokes
a whole
And hearty rush to motor home,
the gorsey moors
And silver hedgerows fill
my Cornish soul.
Approaching every Springtime
I insist all city doors
Be shut, then along with high-life,
leave behind
Any fetid air, and reach for
countryside.
When hill flowers,
banking down to brush my feet
Join hedgerow daffodils,
it feels the seaside Spring is spilling
over me.
Then, replete with restful Cornish
air, I have of course
To motor back and sadly leave the
yellowed sea
of fragrant Springtime gorse.
Munia Khan
The ways of nature smells so differently heavenly through this magnificent verse of yours....This is for the first time I am reading you Fay and God Bless you...You are bloody Brilliant...Add another name in your fan club Please???
The ways of nature smells so differently heavenly through this magnificent verse of yours....This is for the first time I am reading you Fay and God Bless you...You are bloody Brilliant...Add another name in your fan club Please???
Alison Cassidy
There is something intensely English (perhaps I should say Cornish) about this wheat-colored poem with its fragrant air and frivolous enthusiasm. Yellow is such a joyful color! This is such a joyful poem! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
There is something intensely English (perhaps I should say Cornish) about this wheat-colored poem with its fragrant air and frivolous enthusiasm. Yellow is such a joyful color! This is such a joyful poem! Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
carol
makes me wish i could be there lovely words
makes me wish i could be there lovely words
M. Carter Kirk
Brilliant write Fay, i live near to the east coast and it's covered in gorse here too, it always reminds me of my childhood, this poem depicts the setting perfectly!!!
Brilliant write Fay, i live near to the east coast and it's covered in gorse here too, it always reminds me of my childhood, this poem depicts the setting perfectly!!!
JoAnn McGrath
sound better than my dandelion yard....I have forgotten what beautiful foliage looks like...such a panoramic view you have penned here
sound better than my dandelion yard....I have forgotten what beautiful foliage looks like...such a panoramic view you have penned here
heterodynemind
Wish that I could swim amongst the Gorse! Have to content myself with crabgrass and the occasional tulip. Love these images distilled from spring.
Wish that I could swim amongst the Gorse! Have to content myself with crabgrass and the occasional tulip. Love these images distilled from spring.
I knew this poem would be soothing to the soul and I wasn't wrong. Just beautiful, Fay. I love the line: 'it feels the seaside Spring is spilling over me.' What a combination of image and sound - glorious.