Frowsty ferns and frosted hay,
Hints of darkening damp decay,
Dank smouldering fires,
Smokey blue Shires.
A dog’s yap ricochets
Across archaic
Byways.
Buzzards ride, sway,
Swoop on small prey.
Fanthorpe and Auden
Write of Malvern
Hills echo poets
With Elgar’s discern-
ing ear.
Polly Robinson © 2012
29/12/2012 at 14:27
i liked the rhythm to this piece… it almost sang
29/12/2012 at 14:36
Thanks, Patricia, for your kind comment ~ I like the idea of it singing
29/12/2012 at 14:53
I agree with wolfsrosebud. Such a melodic rhythm to the piece. Lovely.
29/12/2012 at 14:55
What lovely comments this little poem is receiving ~ thank you, Carrie ~ melodic ~ I like it
29/12/2012 at 15:41
Yes, this is a song, scaled in language. Just beautiful.
29/12/2012 at 15:42
Goodness, thank you, Susan. I think even Mr Elgar would be pleased to see your comments
29/12/2012 at 15:43
Oh, I love Elgar
29/12/2012 at 15:47
His house, and the Edward Elgar museum, is just around the corner from us
29/12/2012 at 15:48
That’s wonderful!
30/12/2012 at 00:52
So vivid, with beautiful sound also! k.
30/12/2012 at 00:55
I performed this tonight for the first time, k. It seemed to go down well ~ though I must confess I find it hard to judge when I’m performing ~ I enjoyed reading it, though, which is always a plus
30/12/2012 at 12:55
a sweet song that tells me I must read those guys ..thank you..and Happy New Year
30/12/2012 at 13:04
Aw, Katy, that’s a nice comment. Try ‘Night Mail’ by Auden and here’s a seasonal one, Reindeer Report, from U.A.Fanthorpe:
Chimneys: colder.
Flightpaths: busier.
Driver: Christmas (F)
Still baffled by postcodes.
Children: more
And stay up later.
Presents: heavier.
Pay: frozen.
Mission in spite
Of all this
Accomplished –
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
31/12/2012 at 07:58
Nice floe of words
31/12/2012 at 09:10
Thank you so much for visiting and your comment
31/12/2012 at 08:34
Love this Polly, it really captures the essence of those hills, and is song-like as others have said. ‘A dog’s yap ricochets’ is brilliant – it had me almost jumping out of my seat. I must got there soon, I haven’t been for many years
31/12/2012 at 09:07
I love that the dog barking got you, Andy
If you make it down here, give us a shout, we could walk them thar hills ~ Happy New Year and many thanks for your support throughout the year.
31/12/2012 at 09:14
Okay, I’ll put it on my list for 2013. Happy New Year to you too.
Really appreciate all your support through this year, and the inspiration as far as the poetry is concerned.
I’ve been caning it on twitter a lot lately, so have been a bit AWOL here on WordPress.
31/12/2012 at 09:19
Ah, we all have times when we post less ~ this is my first full year on WordPress and the summer holidays I found really quiet ~ never mind ~ most come back when they’re ready, it seems … though I read something that said the average life of a blog is 4 months … can’t say my experience supports this, what about you?
31/12/2012 at 09:26
It’s still evolving and maybe that’s how it should be, changing shape with the seasons as it were. To be fair, I almost gave it up a year or so ago, because I was struggling to get the right theme, but then I got a really enthusiastic response to Sliding on the Snow Stone on my About page, so that geared me up to sort it out, and I’m happy with it now. It goes to show how important interaction is.
31/12/2012 at 09:32
So true ~ it’s what ‘makes’ blogging for me ~ lots of like-minded peeps with good communication skills ~ ace
09/01/2013 at 20:39
A very patriotic feel and so visual! I can hear Jerusalem playing in the background! Fabulous!
09/01/2013 at 20:49
Bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, bom, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la … and did those feet in ancient times walk upon England’s pastures green …
Wonderful comment, thank you, Alex
09/01/2013 at 21:03
I don’t know if this will work…
*music* *music* *music*