Poetry and Prose

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Welcome to my poetry and prose pages. A scrapbook of ideas and musings of original poetry, and prose. Some will find, or have already found, their way into my blog.

I was once asked if I wrote from experience or from imagination - I replied both: my writing is inspired by nature, art, and memories of real events, times and places, coloured by imagination - vivid pictures painted in words ...

Haiku

Most of my poems are a modern take on the ancient Japanese poetry form of haiku. So I’m chuffed to say the following haiku have been published in the Spring, Summer and Winter (2019) issues of the Wales Haiku Journal edited by the award-winning haiku poet, Paul Chambers, and published in partnership with the Wales Arts Review.

red skies -
from wind-tossed trees
stormcock sing

drifting snow –
shattering the silence
a Wren sings

drifting gull ...
beneath the mist
the river widens

And another, as yet unpublished, written as I did a daily run from home to Beddgelert this summer along an ancient country lane bordered for the most part by dry stone walls. Pied Wagtail were everywhere on the walls and road and would flit up on passing. I pulled over to let some cows go by ...

wagtail follow
the milking herd
down the lane

Looking out the kitchen window one late spring evening ... I was minded of the classic poem ‘Leisure’ by W H Davies, which included the lines:

[...]No time to stand beneath the boughs,
And stare as long as sheep and cows [...]

Here is my take:

swallows flutter
among the sheep ‘n cows -
we stand ‘n stare

I’ve turned it on its head rather!

Here is a variation ...

swallows flutter
among the sheep ‘n cows -
rain stops play

And here are a few haiku written ‘on the spur of the moment’ - inspired by the weather and the rhythm and romance of the seasons ...

swift scream
down cobbled streets
bikers follow

linden blossom
scent the streets
coffee for two

The following has proved elusive and challenging. An attempt to express Richard Jefferies’ awe and wonder in the paradox of nature (using his words) - it is both timeless yet finite - our own time on earth fleeting - encapsulated in a single moment or moments - and his frustration at our futility in imposing an artificial sense of time. He was little understood - so in a sense a lonely person.

sunrise
clocks tick
timelessly

sunrise -
clocks tick timelessly
passing the hours of spring

sunrise -
clocks tick timelessly
passing the hours

sunrise
clocks tick timelessly
a leaf falls

sunrise
shadows lengthen
a leaf falls

To the soul there is no past and no future; all is and will be ever, in now. For artificial purposes time is mutually agreed on, but is really no such thing. The shadow goes on upon the dial, the index moves round upon the clock, and what is the difference? None whatever. If the clock had never been set going, what would have been the difference? There may be time for the clock, the clock may make time for itself; there is none for me.

I hope I’ve ‘got it’ this time. It’s rather allegorical in nature.

Here are some words written by Julian Huxley in his introduction to 'Songs of Wild Birds' by E M Nicholson and Ludwig Koch and published as a text with illustrations in the form of sound, by H.F.& G Witherby Ltd in 1936. The poem is mine.

‘ ... When I first heard his records I was immediately struck by the way in which they called up the natural environment of the singers. As the Nightingales voice escaped from its ebonite prison under the touch of the needle and the scientific magic of the sound-box, I felt myself transported to dusk in an April copsewood. The clear notes of the Cuckoo with their blend of clear spring feeling and irritating monotony, the Chaffinch's simple and cheerful strain, were equally evocative; and with the laugh of the Green Woodpecker (a triumph to have recorded this!), the yellowing July fields and darkening green of July woods were in the room. ...’

sunshine ...
filling every room
a cuckoo calls

Here’s a haiku in the form of a riddle ...

a blush-pink morning, mirrored in feathers — bumbarrels
[...] At the edge of the wood early catkins - lambs tails - tremble and dance, sprinkling yellow gold-dust over the snowy branches. A small party of Long Tailed Tit tinkle through the delicate filigree of branches outlined against the early morning winter-spring sky [...]

And my very first haiku ...

church bells ring
across dewy meadows
a lark rises
reworked as ...

distant bells ...
over misty meadows
a lark rises

Inspired by ‘Granchester Meadows’ by Pink Floyd and an early morning walk through Chester fields by the river ...


And here’s another early one which was originally overthought ...

still waters
meditative reflections
shattered by ripples

Conceived while deep in thought on a little wooden bridge, leading to an old church, on an island in a small secluded lake.

And partly inspired by the book by John Moore – ‘The Waters Under the Earth’ which I think I first read in 1969.

reworked as ...

still waters
a fish jumps ... through
my reflection

Colin Blundell commented - “This final variation is, dare I say, ‘perfect’ (as perfect as these things ever are) where ‘reflection’ means two things at the same time – something on the water and meditation interrupted by the conceptual fish that often disrupts ordinary thinking in everyday life.” Thanks Colin.


A Found Haiku

In correspondence with Colin Blundell - a haiku poet among many other things ...

‘I’m not a great bird-watcher but I do delight in the green woodpecker that excavates our back lawn and I love the robins and blackbirds that kick up a racket each in their own way to warn us when our cat is on the prowl ...’

prowling cat -
blackbird, robin in a tizz
the yaffle laughs

A Haiga ... maybe ...

One for Sorrow
One for Sorrow

Haiku: Clive Bennett/Painting: Helen White

After a mixed media digital painting by Helen White. Edited and used with permission.


Artist Credit

The featured image of straw bales on a hillside is from an original oil on canvas by Helen White. A classic sight towards the end of the summer – and a favourite subject of hers – light-filled  bales laid out in the fields against the backdrop of contrasting patchwork fields.

Here is a link to her Art Web Site. She paints stunning pictures so do take a look ...

Helen White

Helen is a professional artist mainly working in oils, more recently with digital media. Light is a particular theme. She has other blogs where she writes about health and healing and life experiences.


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