Welcome to my poetry blog.
I suppose I have Rupert Bear to blame for my compulsion to rhyme, or at least mother who insisted that every Christmas, when I was small, Father Christmas left me the aforementioned Nutwood Bear’s Annual.
Then, when I embarked on my ‘further education’ at what was then the Secondary Modern School (a row of abandoned Army huts where the Church Stretton Fire Station now stands and far from being an ‘academy’!!) our English teacher and headmaster inspired me further with The Listeners by Walter de la Mare, Rudyard Kipling’s A Smuggler’s Song and The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes. (I often suspected that our headmaster had at some point changed his name to fit his occupation – Tanswell!!)
Being a Proud Salopian many of my poems are inspired by my surroundings!
Thank you for your time! Comments would be appreciated!
The Leebotwood Poet xx
Sunrise Over The Lawley
Deep behind sprawling Lawley Hill
In Shropshire’s countryside,
Towards true East in growing light
My new day bursts alive.
Blackbird awakening, warns his world,
Sol’s spirit is soon to rise,
Creeping horizontally,
Shy, early worm’s demise.
Black silhouetted trees salute,
Contrast hot, scarlet scene,
Brushstrokes of crimson paint out night,
Timely to intervene.
Rich solar palette furls, unfolds,
Reds, yellow, orange, blues,
Turquoise, navy, sapphire, sea,
Perpetual shades and hues.
Clouds trapped within this canvas bold
Suspend their timeless quest,
White, picot edged, frilled vapour trails
Ape elastic, over-stretched.
Each second brings new images
As daylight filters through,
Scarlet dilutes to salmon pink,
Royal to softest blue.
Fabled, feathered finale fades,
Thrush’s baton calms his choir,
Lightening sky dims colours bright,
Pouring morning on the fire.
Woodpecker drums, proclaiming dawn!
Another day begins!
Life-giving orb of brilliance soars,
As around her warmth, Earth spins.
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