Seasonal poetry

And so to the poem.  Our prompt for this was 'Seasons' and the only guidene was that it was to be no longer than 16 lines.

Seasons .......... of the skies      by Kate MacDonald

A diamond sprinkled black shawl drapes over shoulders of mountains.
Mercurial March blows cloudless, moonless, nights.
Shedding ice shards, white & sparkling, amongst emerald shoots.
Seen at morning’s dawn, the wafer of translucent moon.
 
Skipping over vapour trails from holiday planes,
Snow white powder puffs of fluff sail through calm seas of blue.
Moonshine white, illumines night time movements.
The filament bright sphere firmament high.
 
Shot through with red at the dying of the days,
As trees weep leaves, so the skies leak tears.
Observed by the harvest lady in her golden light.
Riding the horizon, Boadicea of the heavens
 
Heavy, snow filled, clouds creak and groan
As they collide.  Bumping and bruising cumulonimbus.
Pieced through by pin bright stars,
Driven on by a blade sharp crescent moon.

And that was the last time I wrote anything creative.... but I can feel my fingers itching, a few lines scribbled down in haste before they are forgotten.  As other creatures go in to hibernation at this time of year, my creative mind awakens and stretches after a summer of busy.  I have made a writing corner on a table in our spare bedroom.  It faces the wall rather than the window.  Even beautifully wallpapered as it is (by me), in Vanessa Arbuthnott's 'Cow parsley in Duck egg & Cornflower wallpaper it is less distracting than the window, or the television if I sat in the sitting room, or the washing up I would see in the kitchen, I have placed the ironing basket judiciously out of sight behind me.  This is my space for writing.  For concentrating.  For not checking emails and facebook.  For clearing my mind of other things.  Well, we shall see if anything comes of it!  Meanwhile this blog is getting written, course notes getting written up and files of photographs are being organised.  Catching up with writing is reminding my fingers where all the letters of the keyboard can be found.


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