Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

If I posted on here, it would the 7,000th posting on this thread... but as I'm not one of the poetry crowd it would be inappropriate so I won't!

Well done to you all for your fantastic injection of culture!

Nobody would have minded at all. You should have gone for the glory! Thanks for your comment though.

[Harry H Howgill]

DT, you've got two in.
Now I really must drag myself away from the mag and go to work. Cheers and well done.

There were so many good ones to choose from that it was hard narrowing it down to just two to allow as many contributors as possible.

Maybe next mag there can be a DT special edition!

We do need to have a think about whether we want to do something for next time. At the very least we need an advert in for the Simon Armitage event.

[Hes]

Good morning all!

Crows nerve fails
Ted Hughes

Crow, feeling his brain slip,
Finds his every feather the fossil of a murder.

Who murdered all these?
These living dead, that root in his nerves and his blood
Till he is visibly black?

How can he fly from his feathers?
And why have they homed on him?

Is he the archive of their accusations?
Or their ghostly purpose, their pining vengeance?
Or their unforgiven prisoner?

He cannot be forgiven.

His prison is the earth. Clothed in his conviction,
Trying to remember his crimes

Heavily he flies.

Fan...tas...tic!!!! I love it. Cheers Freckle.

[Hes]

pugilistic hares
exchange hormonal punches
in Wharfedale fields

Ohhh...someone is smiling down on me today, first Freckle's Ted Hughes choice and now your lovely haiku and I think I have just spied a post by XRunner that will appeal to me. Corvids and hares, two of my major muses.

[Hes]

A Calendar of Hares

1. At the raw end of winter
   the mountain is half snow, half
   dun grass. Only when snow
   moves does it become a hare.
2. If you can catch a hare
   and look into its eye
   you will see the whole world.
3. That day in March
   watching two hares boxing
   at the field's edge, she felt
   the child quicken.
4. It is certain Midas never saw a hare
   or he would not have lusted after gold.
5. When the buzzard wheels
   like a slow kite overhead
   the hare pays out the string.
6. The man who tells you
   he has thought of everything
   has forgotten the hare.
7. The hare's form, warm yet empty.
   Stumbling upon it he felt his heart
   lurch and race beneath his ribs.
8. Beset by fears, she became
   the hare who hears
   the mowers' voices grow louder.
9. Light as the moon's path over the sea
   the run of the hare over the land.
10. The birchwood a dapple
    of fallen gold: a carved hare
    lies in a Pictish hoard.
11. Waking to the cry of a hare
    she ran and found the child sleeping.
12. November stiffens
    into December: hare and grass
    have grown a thick coat of frost.

by Anna Crowe.

Wow...this is brilliant and Moss Dog's choice is too. Thank goodness I got wireless connection here in Cornwall. How come you guys chose the day I left to get all harey?!

[stevefoster]

Wow...this is brilliant and Moss Dog's choice is too. Thank goodness I got wireless connection here in Cornwall. How come you guys chose the day I left to get all harey?!

Make the most of it Hes, Hare today, gone tomorrow

[Hes]

Make the most of it Hes, Hare today, gone tomorrow

Ha ha ha...very good Merry.

[Hes]

the cold wind brings tears
but the smell of sunwarmed gorse
cheers this weary soul

[freckle]

the cold wind brings tears
but the smell of sunwarmed gorse
cheers this weary soul

Ooooo I like! hope your break is going well, i read a poem out to sophie earlier and thought of you hes...off to find it....

[freckle]

for lovely hes who i think is near a beach (possibly? my geography is bad!!!!)...hope you are having a fine time...

maggie and milly and molly and may

ee cummings

maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea




the fells are cool...but so is the sea! :-) x