Today's poet

[Hes]

Its really good to see you both back on the thread and writing some great stuff Hanneke and Stevie!

I liked this:

Poem About Your Laugh

When you laugh it is all the unsynchronized clocks
in the watchmaker's shop
striking their dissident hours.
It is six blind kittens having the nipples plucked
from their mouths.
It is the ecstatic susurrus of prayer wheels.

When you laugh innumerable
pine trees shed their needles at once on one side
of the forest, indefinably altering the ecosystem.
A thousand miles away
two sharks lose their taste for blood,
mate, start a new species.

When you laugh your mouth
is the Mammoth Cave in Kentucky
and I can curl up there among the bats
intercepting their sonar.
Oh, your mouth is a diver's bell;
it takes me down untold fathoms.

And when you laugh, old dogs limp
to new patches of sunlight
which they bury for later, knowing something
about need.

Susan Glickman

[woodlander]

Just to run a haiku:-

stones and rock
is fine by me
got them on my mp3


ps- therollingstonesabiggerbang

[Stef F]

have a fab time stef and looking forward to the poetic results! x

Had a fantastic weekend at the Highlander. I just wish I was fitter; much more training required. I think I've come down with man flu

Sunshine bathed Gairloch
rocky summits turquoise lochs
mountain plethora

[Harry H Howgill]

That's fabulous. We've definitely been short of cycling poetry on this thread. This makes up for that.

I'm all high cadence / low power in the early mornings. Thank goodness for granny-gears.

The mindfulness of being
out on my bike
early morning
a chill in the air
cools my skin
the sun
low in the sky
my eyes squint
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

A perfect state of being
a smell of spring
wild daffodils
in the fields
anemones
in the hedgerows
primroses
colour the verges pale yellow
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

The lightness of being
my hands are cold
from the breeze
the speed
lambs
in the fields
red kite
soaring high
my legs turn the pedals
cadence low
power high
my breath calm
my heart light

[Harry H Howgill]

Nice to see you back Stevie. Shame you can't get to Dufton, but hopefully you'll get chance to see Simon Armitage somewhere else.

If you feel like a rebrand, just pm Brett.

Just catching up with the thread, some good poems both home-made and ready-made.

Interesting about the Simon Armitage walk and gigs. Well done to the folks arranging Dufton! Shame I can't be there but I will try and get to Hebden Bridge on the 23rd, will be on my way to the Lakes for a weeks holiday.

Fantastic to see poetry from the thread published in the fellrunner. HHH (was it?) had a tough editing task. I consider myself honoured to have got something in.

I see there has been some re-branding going on! What I thought were new names were actually old ones with new brand. Hmmm, what should I choose for myself, even if I could work out how to do it...

[N-dubya]

hello peeps not been on much recently, started a new job

the last poem if you can call it that didn't appear how i intended it too. I wanted to give the impression of layers with sentence construction, anyway Frecks near enough interpretation memories blurr and wesometimes only remember the crucial or skeletal facts some of it is lost and some remains as a mulch. some good stuff from yourself and HES RECENTLY.

Doodles

In the corners of the page
and spaces
saved for premonitions
are treble clefs because
I like the continuity
of the shape.
In the upper margins
are ammonites
some flat and
some three dimensional
like a pallette of ideas

[Harry H Howgill]

Good one Woodlander

Just to run a haiku:-

stones and rock
is fine by me
got them on my mp3


ps- therollingstonesabiggerbang

[Hanneke]

That's fabulous. We've definitely been short of cycling poetry on this thread. This makes up for that.

I'm all high cadence / low power in the early mornings. Thank goodness for granny-gears.

HHH, I was TT training that morning... hence the low cadence/high power... I'd normally go for high cadence/low pwer early in the morning, but I admit, on that particualr ride I was feeling very strong and light... When you move the bike like that, it is poetry in motion It resulted in a 50 second pb a couple of days later, in my race

Maybe I should write a poem about the TT too, just for the fun of it... It was along a dual carriageway, now there is a challenge!

[Stef F]

Highlander 2010

Golden Eagle busies herself nest building
wary of fell runners and orienteers
invading her perfect territory
for a weekend of blood sweat and beers

Soaring over rocky heights
shyly she goes about her duty
whilst below we navigate the tricky terrain
revelling in the highland beauty

Thanks to Henry and the team
for putting on this fantastic array
I will be back next year for sure
wild eagles wouldn't keep me away!

[Stevie]

Highlander 2010

Golden Eagle busies herself nest building
wary of fell runners and orienteers
invading her perfect territory
for a weekend of blood sweat and beers

Soaring over rocky heights
shyly she goes about her duty
whilst below we navigate the tricky terrain
revelling in the highland beauty

Thanks to Henry and the team
for putting on this fantastic array
I will be back next year for sure
wild eagles wouldn't keep me away!

Did you see the golden eagle Stef F? I like your Highlander poem anyway.

I spent some time in the Gairloch area a few years ago walking and running. Saw a Brocken spectre on one of the hills.

Mist on Beinn an Eoin
Weak sun haloes my shadow
With Brocken Spectre


Then crossing between Beinn an Eoin and Baosbheinn:

Miles away with spectre thoughts,
As I descend towards the loch,
Scraping skin on granite rock,
I fail to spot the deer.

He also fails to notice me:
Out of the sunrise I appear.
We see each other, very near,
Who is more surprised!?