Today's poet

[Derby Tup]

That's beautiful Alf and very good!
Excuse my ignorance, but who is the poem about?

Sylvia Plath, who is buried in Heptonstall

[Mountain Goatess]

Sylvia Plath, who is buried in Heptonstall

Aahh I see, thanks DT! A poem very apt and totally belonging to this thread then!
I think she would love that poem Alf!

[freckle]

Crash landings

I have arrived in the
unforeseen
Not Coronation Street or yer
Facebook stereotypy
But within the oaks

A loopy elf,
headtorched with her brood
squealing as the tree swing
Makes (some of) my dreams
Come true

Its hard not to wish
in the face of all it
and as my baby
kisses the moon
I think...

My darling
You have it all too learn
Crash landings are the best
Even though they
might hurt.

[freckle]

Heptonstall

Did you mind
when we disturbed
your slumber today.
We tried to be quiet
with our rubber soles
and careful parking.
Some knew your work
and the awful history
that brought you here.
And in the cold morning rain
remembered all the pain
you endured.
How could he leave you here
and then take his rest
hundreds of miles away.
We gave some money
for the upkeep of the church
in whose yard you sleep.
Not much really,
five pounds each, for someone
who enriched our lives so much.

brilliant poem alf and your own?

wish I could have been trotting along with you to chew the fat about the plath :-)

[Alf]

brilliant poem alf and your own?

wish I could have been trotting along with you to chew the fat about the plath :-)

Yes my own. I wonder whether it would have been written if the race had been on sunny Saturday rather than cold damp Sunday? Its amazing the effect weather can have on your mood and the feeling was at the time, as Hes pointed out, melancholic.

Though that changed when I got in the pub at the end

[Alf]

Crash landings

I have arrived in the
unforeseen
Not Coronation Street or yer
Facebook stereotypy
But within the oaks

A loopy elf,
headtorched with her brood
squealing as the tree swing
Makes (some of) my dreams
Come true

Its hard not to wish
in the face of all it
and as my baby
kisses the moon
I think...

My darling
You have it all too learn
Crash landings are the best
Even though they
might hurt.

Lovely poem that freckle

Headtorch swing sessions into that huge moon at the moment...paints a wonderful picture

[Mossdog]

Heptonstall

Did you mind
when we disturbed
your slumber today.
We tried to be quiet
with our rubber soles
and careful parking.
Some knew your work
and the awful history
that brought you here.
And in the cold morning rain
remembered all the pain
you endured.
How could he leave you here
and then take his rest
hundreds of miles away.
We gave some money
for the upkeep of the church
in whose yard you sleep.
Not much really,
five pounds each, for someone
who enriched our lives so much.

That's really very well written Alf - thanks for sharing it with us.

[Mossdog]

Between going and coming.


Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.

All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.

Paper, book, pencil, glass,
rest in the shade of their names.

Time throbbing in my temples repeats
the same unchanging syllable of blood.

The light turns the indifferent wall
into a ghostly theater of reflections.

I find myself in the middle of an eye,
watching myself in its blank stare.

The moment scatters. Motionless,
I stay and go: I am a pause.

Octavio Paz

Bloody BRILLIANT.

[Mossdog]

Shadow Race

Every time I've raced my shadow
When the sun was at my back,
It always ran ahead of me,
Always got the best of me.
But every time I've raced my shadow
When my face was toward the sun,
I won.

Sheldon Allan Silverstein

That's delicious MG

[freckle]

Yes my own. I wonder whether it would have been written if the race had been on sunny Saturday rather than cold damp Sunday? Its amazing the effect weather can have on your mood and the feeling was at the time, as Hes pointed out, melancholic.

Though that changed when I got in the pub at the end

Blimey! Impressive stuff Alf x