Saturday, June 4, 2011

Dove day afternoon




A dry stone wall
of moss-grown granite
staggers,
lush undulating plains
swagger
thorny gorse bushes
bows
at a curvaceous hollow
where a copper stream gurgles below.

Sheep fluff velvet meadows
mirroring cotton clouds above.
Stooped
they graze on pea green fields.
Blotched blurs clamber
to higher ground.

Lilting melodies
lace the trees,
sweetening the air
with white apple blossom
on a dove day afternoon.

3 comments:

  1. I don't think I've read this one before but I love it. I love those walls and love the sheep too :)

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  2. Vivid and powerful, Maire...Love your verbs in this one, as well as an all round imaginative description of the landscape, and a perfect photo to accompany your poem...

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  3. Katharine and Barbara, thank you for your lovely comments on my blog, it is fun having a blog:))

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