Today, here in the UK, it’s National Poetry Day. There are some great resources on the website, which you will find here including this wonderful anthology.
The theme this year is ‘light’, so I thought I would write my own poem to celebrate the day.
The low October sun
Holds me in golden light
As I tread a carpet
Of fallen Autumn leaves.
I also want to share this poem as I think it is simply delightful…
Autumn ~ T. E. Hulme
A touch of cold in the Autumn night-
I walked abroad,
And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer.
I did not stop to speak, but nodded,
And round about were the wistful stars
With white faces like town children.
I hope you are having a great Thursday?
In May, the huge buds
tight-packed and filled with pink silk
burst and sing their song
A Haiku for my Sunday Poem. If you feel the urge to join me with a poem, then please do, I would love that!
Wishing you a good week ahead. Jane x
He said I would forget him,
but how will I,
when he is there
in every shining star
and every blackbird’s song.
When I see him in every lovers kiss
and every golden leaf of autumn.
When I long for him in spring
as earth awakens
from winter’s slumber
and joy should fill my heart.
How will I forget?
Another little poem for Sunday evening…this could become a habit!
Wishing you well and hoping you are having a good weekend, Jane.
I love to watch
the little birds
atop the trees
or sat among
the apple blossom;
and blushed pink.
A little Sunday evening poem.
I hope you have had a lovely weekend, Jane.
Gaps in curtains not pulled tight,
where street light slips in silently.
An intermittent whoosh of traffic;
a strange kind of lullaby for a sleepy-head.
Covers tucked round heavy limbs,
day-worn and hungry for rest.
Eyelids flicker open one last time,
before sleep pervades and the world is black.
Thought and memory slumber too, until morning light.
Writing with Amanda’s wonderful prompts, today’s is ‘soothing’.
Fallen souls of summer hang
on branches, half bare, awaiting winter’s
hand to sweep them clean and leave
a blanket of golden leaf-shaped flowers
where we tread.
Inspired by yesterday’s writealm prompt ‘blanket’.
Borrowed cat we love you
We like to make a fuss
Borrowed cat you are not ours
But still, you’re one of us.
Inspired by Writealm’s September prompts, today’s is ‘one of us’
there is a stormy sea
rolling and crashing
beneath slate clouds,
making me breathless.
as grey skies
turn to ink
and the sea,
My eyes close
and I crumple
Inspired by Writealm’s September prompts for last Friday and today ‘inside me’ and ‘crumple’.
Look up to the sky
And see me as I see you
In the passing clouds
And clear blue nothing
In the ancient stars
And the gathering storm
So many skies
A poem for today’s writealm prompt ‘look up’
Subtle your approach
My heart opens wide
An attempt at a Cinquain poem for today’s Writealm prompt ‘ whisper’