Today's poet

[Alf]

Just been reading through today's poems again. I loved the Frost stuff selected by freckle and that sublime Edward Thomas selection from Hes and the excellent poems penned by NB



Adlestrop

Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop -- only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Edward Thomas

[Harry H Howgill]

Great stuff NB

(after a few beers wi me mate Ter and best spoken in canny ard Sun'land twang!!)

Lent

Me days of religion
are probably spent
But me n wor lass
Wer still foller Lent

Dint think ah believe
but still gan alang
What divva give up
it last seeee lang

She sat me down
sez dinnit be vexed
This year for Lent
wer given up sex!!

Ah telt me mates
they thowt it wer funny
'ye gi up sweets chocklat
or spending yer money'

Ah asked wor Ter
He's a bit of a lad
Hails frem Castle Hilton
in a posh council pad

He sez tell you'er lass
Mind look strite inna eye
'yer'll give summit up
but she has t' comply'

'Ahl meet yer halfway
me gorgeous hinny
we'll av touchy feely
but nee sticky inny!!'

:w00t: NB

[Nee Bother]

Great stuff NB

Cheers HHH, enjoying playing with words again.

[Nee Bother]

Bowfell

Huge rough boulders
sharpened with frost
shattered and broken
lie atop the unforgiving
slabs of Bowfell.

Dangerously dark
imtimidating black crags
severed by slivers
of untouched snow
defending its plateau.

Windswept barren cold
naked raw but beautiful
twixt Mickledore and Gimmer
alone but proud
thats Bowfell
NB

(written sunday evening after cold scramble to the top)

[Hes]

What a treat for this sunny March morning, thanks Alf.

There was an interesting article in the Guardian Review section at the weekend with writers saying which book they would regularly give as a gift and Andrew Motion chose The Works of Edward Thomas. I bought my copy when I was a student and it is a cheap one so has gone all yellowed and dogeared. If I ever find a nicely bound edition, I'll treat myself.

Just been reading through today's poems again. I loved the Frost stuff selected by freckle and that sublime Edward Thomas selection from Hes and the excellent poems penned by NB



Adlestrop

Yes, I remember Adlestrop --
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.

The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop -- only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Edward Thomas

[Hes]

You are definitely on a roll NB. Maybe we should consider putting some more fell poems together for The Fellrunner. Its been a year since the last article.

Bowfell

Huge rough boulders
sharpened with frost
shattered and broken
lie atop the unforgiving
slabs of Bowfell.

Dangerously dark
imtimidating black crags
severed by slivers
of untouched snow
defending its plateau.

Windswept barren cold
naked raw but beautiful
twixt Mickledore and Gimmer
alone but proud
thats Bowfell
NB

(written sunday evening after cold scramble to the top)

[Harry H Howgill]

Great stuff NB. Keep them coming.

Bowfell

Huge rough boulders
sharpened with frost
shattered and broken
lie atop the unforgiving
slabs of Bowfell.

Dangerously dark
imtimidating black crags
severed by slivers
of untouched snow
defending its plateau.

Windswept barren cold
naked raw but beautiful
twixt Mickledore and Gimmer
alone but proud
thats Bowfell
NB

(written sunday evening after cold scramble to the top)

[Harry H Howgill]

You are definitely on a roll NB. Maybe we should consider putting some more fell poems together for The Fellrunner. Its been a year since the last article.

Blimey! It is a year isn't it. Should we do something similar to last time? We only had 600-odd posts to trawl through last time, but we've got 11,000 now. Any suggestions anyone on a format?

[stevefoster]

Bowfell

Huge rough boulders
sharpened with frost
shattered and broken
lie atop the unforgiving
slabs of Bowfell.

Dangerously dark
imtimidating black crags
severed by slivers
of untouched snow
defending its plateau.

Windswept barren cold
naked raw but beautiful
twixt Mickledore and Gimmer
alone but proud
thats Bowfell
NB

(written sunday evening after cold scramble to the top)

Just spotted this, brilliant, love it Auld Ken, poetic genius hiding under that hat:thumbup:

[freckle]

Blimey! It is a year isn't it. Should we do something similar to last time? We only had 600-odd posts to trawl through last time, but we've got 11,000 now. Any suggestions anyone on a format?

i think each fell poet should propose one of their own poems and nominate a favourite one of another fell poet. When you say format do you also mean theme? I think the last time we agreed they had to be fell running related ? there have been a lot about nature and our relationship with it this year, may also want to think of seasonal ones? Not sure it would make publication but could collate some of the wintry ones? just a few ideas....