Hi - - hoping to spend some writing time now with friends on this site and beginning with a verse I wrote a few days back and based on the Cornish countryside of which I am rightly proud to have as my base for many poems over the past years.... hoping Cornwall's coast and countryside verses are of value to the readers here too... greetings and best wishes for a happy Christmas from Fay.
Waiting For Spring.
Quiet Cornish lane, wet with recent rain, runs
with hypnotic drip, and sleepily tries
to steam itself dry beneath watery sun.
Great banking clouds racing for space, roll on
and blue becomes rare, dark mist in the air
means winter's insistence has really begun.
Sitting on village Green bench, all alone,
an old weatherworn local, waiting for spring,
anorack high, he sighs and winks, soulfully.
Huddle of cottages, scenically hiding
their lonely-eyed panes, skulk - wise old stones
know how to face lashing squalls silently.
Wild kestral appears, lunch-hunting, fierce eyesight
ignores all but his need, to feed before dark,
turning for home I leave him to his plight.
What lovely imagery, I could see all in my mind! Excellent!
Very poetic and it good food for thoughts
Hello Fay, a huge welcome! Cornwall's coast and countryside verses are definitely of value here, and this one is magnificent.
Hi Fay, nice to see you on this space. Great poetry as always.
I am originally from England and have visited Cornwall several times, thanks for bringing back the memories with your poem of beautiful imagery. Welcome to Poet Freak.
This is a beautiful and very vivid poem, Fay. Your phrasing, as always, is quite exquisite, and it's a great pleasure to see you here on Poet Freak! Carl.
So lovely Fay! I'm so happy you're here now. Wish I was there to see it all, too..(smile)
nice piece fay, welcome to the world of PF
Rekindles my heartwish to one day walk and experience Cornwall and the rest of Arthurian landscape.