Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

I think that's a first for the thread. A self-illustrated submission.

Hedgerows, boulders,
nettles and rocks
all around me now
as i sketch on my box
The views from this spot
and over the wall
must surely be ranked
the best of all

Trees, crags, cottages too
times like this are too few
To spend my time in
this scenic pathway
marks a wonderful end
to a beautiful day
NB
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[Old Whippet]

Thanks NB. Sitting at my work desk I am wishing I was there.

[Nee Bother]

Thanks NB. Sitting at my work desk I am wishing I was there.

Me too :-( hopefully there at weekend tho

[Harry H Howgill]

March

March! March! March! They are coming
In troops to the tune of the wind.
Redheaded woodpeckers drumming,
Gold - crested thrushes behind;
Sparrows in brown jackets, hopping
Past every gateway and door;
Finches, with crimson caps, stopping
Just where they stopped before.
March! March! March! They are slipping
Into their places at last. . .
Literature white lily buds, dripping
Under the showers that fall fast;
Buttercups, violets, roses;
Snowdrop and bluebell and pink,
Throng upon throng of sweet posies
Bending the dewdrops to drink.
March! March! March! They will hurry
Forth at the wild bugle sound,
Blossoms and birds in a flurry,
Fluttering all over the ground.
Shake out your flags, birch and willow!
Shake out your red tassels, larch!
Grass blades, up from your earth - pillow.
Hear who is calling you. . . March."

Lucy Larcom

[Alf]

March

March! March! March! They are coming
In troops to the tune of the wind.
Redheaded woodpeckers drumming,
Gold - crested thrushes behind;
Sparrows in brown jackets, hopping
Past every gateway and door;
Finches, with crimson caps, stopping
Just where they stopped before.
March! March! March! They are slipping
Into their places at last. . .
Literature white lily buds, dripping
Under the showers that fall fast;
Buttercups, violets, roses;
Snowdrop and bluebell and pink,
Throng upon throng of sweet posies
Bending the dewdrops to drink.
March! March! March! They will hurry
Forth at the wild bugle sound,
Blossoms and birds in a flurry,
Fluttering all over the ground.
Shake out your flags, birch and willow!
Shake out your red tassels, larch!
Grass blades, up from your earth - pillow.
Hear who is calling you. . . March."

Lucy Larcom

Thats a good one to get us into March Harry :thumbup:

[Alf]

Eating Poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.


Mark Strand

[Alf]

Simon Armitage on the Culture Show next Thursday

[Harry H Howgill]

I always try to be seasonal in my poetry, just like my fashion!

Thats a good one to get us into March Harry :thumbup:

[Harry H Howgill]

Simon Armitage on the Culture Show next Thursday

He's been a busy chap this year. Looking forward to his Pennine Way book.

[freckle]

Eating Poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.


Mark Strand

this is brilliant alf! liked the snarling bit

harry i really enjoyed the march poem choice, i just can't quite believe that it is march already! ...I too can't wait for the penine way book, I wonder if the dufton gig will get much of a mention and if so hope that it is positive.....she says nervously ( i think i may have acted like a bit of an star struck fool around him!)