Today's poet

[Chubbs]

Good one Herakles.

Have been a bit of a stranger to the forum of late - life calls .

Can't believe the pace of this thread. Will take me ages to catch up, but with the quality of contributions I'am sure this will be a treat not a chore — thanks to all.

Quickly glancing through and I'd like to mention Herakles poem of thanks and also Hes your Haiku

with the setting sun
my running mate grows taller
and then she is gone

really liked this.

Hes can I just mention how beautiful your prints are, I know this has been said before, one more time can't do any harm. A computer cannot do them justice; but even still they seem to lift out of the screen. I will endeavour to see an exhibition to see them in all their glory. Art is a passion of mine and you are truly both a visual and literal poet.

HHH thanks for introducing me to Hamlin Garland.

And not forgetting Boney M .

[Chubbs]

Getting late now but here's a thought for the morning.

Morning thought
Morning on t'fells; a wry smile greets an old friend;
few ailments that crisp, cool breeze can't mend.

Nature's shower freshens sullen pace;
sprightly steps follows gentle rain across the face.

And as first light peeps into the valleys wake;
ticking hands; reminder of the strife such moments break.

To inspire all senses, there ain't a finer thing;
a journey to discover to this day, what we'll bring.

Chubbs.

[Mossdog]

Getting late now but here's a thought for the morning.

Morning thought
Morning on t'fells; a wry smile greets an old friend;
few ailments that crisp, cool breeze can't mend.

Nature's shower freshens sullen pace;
sprightly steps follows gentle rain across the face.

And as first light peeps into the valleys wake;
ticking hands; reminder of the strife such moments break.

To inspire all senses, there ain't a finer thing;
a journey to discover to this day, what we'll bring.

Chubbs.

Chubbs, that is a truly marvelous poem - many, many thanks

[Chubbs]

T'is but a pleasure. Thank you.

[Mossdog]

Fell Runner.

I enter the ancient land,
A warrior waiting to do battle,
Stone walls tower above,
My heart races,
Rain drips from my brow,
Thor smashes Mjollnir,
In the black sky above the fells,
I look up to pay my respect,
To the thunder god and to the hills,
The marshall gives the signal,
We flow up the hill legs pumping,
Lungs bursting like a human,
Kinder Downfall,
Our time has come.

By Herakles

I really appreciate these Norse inspired metaphors Master Herakles (sorry forgot to congratulate you on your ascendncy to the master 'race')

I seem to recall from a WEA night class on Norse History that I attended many moons ago, that Norse leaders not only had to be proficient in battle but also had to poetic ability - as this essential skills was seen as a measure of their intelligence too. After all, they didn't simply want some thug who could swing a battle axe mindlessly leading them. So, Herky - you would have been in with your element and 'in the running'

[Mossdog]

Hes, I missed this, but thanks to Chubbs have now had a chance to reply - it's a really great Haiku, well done

Originally Posted by Hes

with the setting sun
my running mate grows taller
and then she is gone

[Chubbs]

I seem to recall from a WEA night class on Norse History that I attended many moons ago, that Norse leaders not only had to be proficient in battle but also had to poetic ability - as this essential skills was seen as a measure of their intelligence too. After all, they didn't simply want some thug who could swing a battle axe mindlessly leading them. So, Herky - you would have been in with your element and 'in the running'

An acute observation Mossdog. I find it interesting how closely the arts have been linked to warcraft historically as with the Samurai culture. Maybe a Yin and Yang thing; an aspect of being proficient in creating beauty as well as destroying it — balance?

[Nathaniel Lee]

Thank you for your kind words. I agree there does seem to be a link between war and myth and art in the ancient times.

[Chubbs]

Mothering Sunday already. Despite the commercialism argument, one for all those deserved folk.

The Pedestal
T'is only you that thinks your pedestal comes but once a year;
that look, in doting child's eyes knows, no one else is as dear.

Though its never said, your time and love has never been more cherished;
signs of wear, you do not share, when strained and often 'perished'.

As time goes on, your daughter; son; you feel they've had enough.
They may fly but do not cry, that pedestal you've not once stood off.

Chubbs.

[Derby Tup]

Hi DT and Merry. Hope the Hobble went well for you both today. I thought of you two as I covered the relatively meagre distance of the Mallerstang and Nine Standards Yomp this pm (23 miles 4352 feet). I'm guessing you had blue skies and patchy snow too - and loads of plovers - lovely.

Hey Mossy, I think we both enjoyed it Your Yomp recce with added plover interest sounds like my idea of fun. Thought I might have heard a Golden Plover up by Withins but it could have been Emily B's ghost Hobble route has quite a bit of poetic interest as it also passes briefly through Heptonstall, where Sylvia Plath is buried. Blue skies, yes, but very little snow left now down here