Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

curlews' mournful cries
echo across Bronte Moors
through thick swirling mist

[stevefoster]

curlews' mournful cries
echo across Bronte Moors
through thick swirling mist

Like that DT, heard some curlews yesterday on Rishworth Moor, couldn't see them for the mist though, Yorkshire weather. It was fine today when i pedalled home from Lancashire and throwing it down in Yorkshire

[Derby Tup]

Like that DT, heard some curlews yesterday on Rishworth Moor, couldn't see them for the mist though, Yorkshire weather. It was fine today when i pedalled home from Lancashire and throwing it down in Yorkshire

Funny sort of an evning merry. Gloomy as hell up on t'moor but much brighter when I got home. Grand as owt to be out mind

[stevefoster]

Funny sort of an evning merry. Gloomy as hell up on t'moor but much brighter when I got home. Grand as owt to be out mind

(Merry) Legs of lead, breathing like a bull
Up a hill that 4 months ago was nowt
Grand as owt to be out mind
Inspired by DT

[Harry H Howgill]

There are more details of Simon Armitage's Pennine Way walk on his website.

http://www.simonarmitage.com/

And just a reminder of our night...

http://fellpoets.blogspot.com/

[Duncan R]

Dandelion

Resting in a necropolis of weeds
Naive hope writ in its parade of yellow
And the lion’s tooth of its leaves
Wondering if one day it will occupy
The affirmation of “flower”
Some say
an innocent vanity and conceit.

One morning you awake
To the cruellest of jokes
Pretty with tufts
Of white angelic fruit
you realise with great clarity
you contaminate and displace
Vital nutrients, from the proper buds.

Your days are numbered,
for in short, you are
a NUISANCE.

But wait, there is one thing.
You remain a fanciful game
and the children
making wishes with your parachutes
Blow you, without remorse,
Into a fractured state
To the only promise you have

A home unknown and away
From what you thought
was belonging.

Freckle, I have just realised that YOU wrote this, its delightful, thank you, am a bit in awe!

[Alf]

Dandelion

Resting in a necropolis of weeds
Naive hope writ in its parade of yellow
And the lion’s tooth of its leaves
Wondering if one day it will occupy
The affirmation of “flower”
Some say
an innocent vanity and conceit.

One morning you awake
To the cruellest of jokes
Pretty with tufts
Of white angelic fruit
you realise with great clarity
you contaminate and displace
Vital nutrients, from the proper buds.

Your days are numbered,
for in short, you are
a NUISANCE.

But wait, there is one thing.
You remain a fanciful game
and the children
making wishes with your parachutes
Blow you, without remorse,
Into a fractured state
To the only promise you have

A home unknown and away
From what you thought
was belonging.

Loved that one freckle I am afraid Mrs Alf has dispatched with "extreme prejudice" every dandelion on our lawn and now we have some "very scenic" brown patches left. I like dandelions they are the only flower I can successfully grow

[Alf]

(Merry) Legs of lead, breathing like a bull
Up a hill that 4 months ago was nowt
Grand as owt to be out mind
Inspired by DT

Good one merry!

[Alf]

curlews' mournful cries
echo across Bronte Moors
through thick swirling mist

A man travels wide
his haiku will flow then ebb
now the tide is high

[Alf]

There are more details of Simon Armitage's Pennine Way walk on his website.

http://www.simonarmitage.com/

And just a reminder of our night...

http://fellpoets.blogspot.com/

Thanks for the update Harry I am looking forward to it!