Today's poet

[Mountain Goatess]

Goodness MG that's really sad! Hope it's not a reflection of your current mood. If so, hope it lifts soon.

It was definately a reflection of my mood at the time but I'm ok now Mossy thanks! :thumbup:
Still a nice poem though.

[freckle]

Very good freckle. I was up the lakes at the weekend as well and the 'Honister Surprise' made me smile. I was on the Ennerdale Horseshoe route crossing to pick up the Moses trod when a young couple heading down the hill towards the Ennerdale Valley asked me if they were on the right path for Honister :w00t: I turned them round 180 degrees and sent them in the opposite direction looking a bit relieved

Aw Alf wish we had known we could have met to say hi! Funnily enough the moses trod was pointed out to me and if we had more time (and less weary legs) we would have taken it. I couldn't hep noticing that a memorial has been placed at honister which has rudyard kiplings "IF" ....it was really moving to read it in such a spectacular environment and a lovely way to remember someone.

MG- glad you are feeling better x

[Alf]

She raised 9 kids and had a waster of a husband who dragged her and the kids into debtors prison one time. She still found time to write a little gem like this (and many others ) and probably had a good understanding of the subject matter considering her situation.

Sonnet XXXII. To Melancholy
(Written on the banks of the Arun, Oct. 1785.)

When latest Autumn spreads her evening veil,
And the grey mists from these dim waves arise,
I love to listen to the hollow sighs,
Through the half-leafless wood that breathes the gale:
For at such hours the shadowy phantom, pale,
Oft seems to fleet before the poet's eyes;
Strange sounds are heard, and mournful melodies,
As of night wanderers, who their woes bewail
Here, by his native stream, at such an hour,
Pity's own Otway I methinks could meet,
And hear his deep sighs swell the sadden'd wind!
O Melancholy!--such thy magic power,
That to the soul these dreams are often sweet,
And sooth the pensive visionary mind!

Charlotte Smith

[Mossdog]

I really like this especially the line about feeding on nature's rare truths...he ceratinly was a genius

The thread has definately quietened a bit but lets hope it becuase people are just having too much fun!

On a different note...I have just returned from a wonderful weekend in the lakes. Its hard to put into words the psychological effect the lakes has on me, it brings out a weird mix of peace and surreality which I think comes from a dim awareness that amongst those hills, we really are but a spot on the landscape a fact that I find both reassuring and scary!

Honister suprise

As we approach it is not apparent
Where the notifications lie
True the vista is clear
But life’s lines of demarcation are blurred.

An outdoor factory with natures exceptions
Make for eerie bedfellows,
And twixt spongy peat and a flawless azure
Inverted cotton wool shadows are cast
Moving O’er Great Gable, Scarfell and Pillar.

Before long the cairn reveals a gift
As Buttermere cradles an ever evolving certainty
How much is apart, how much is unified?
And so the conundrum of self, life and other continues.

I like that Freckle. I do find Honister a site of contradictions and I've never resolved them, and probably never will, but that's okay. The scar and the beauty, the history and the present. It's always seemed an eventful place (the so-called infamous OMM incident, the recent air tragedy). And yes, you're right, the gift of Buttermere and that strange. stone dale to descent thro. Spent many a night wild camping near there too an in Dubs hut and wandscale bothy. It's the final pull for the BG too and the cut off for Borrowdale - lots of tension and ghosts there for many!

On another matter, has anyone else noticed the change on this website, that means you have to log in each time you visit? Or is it just me!!!

[freckle]

I like that Freckle. I do find Honister a site of contradictions and I've never resolved them, and probably never will, but that's okay. The scar and the beauty, the history and the present. It's always seemed an eventful place (the so-called infamous OMM incident, the recent air tragedy). And yes, you're right, the gift of Buttermere and that strange. stone dale to descent thro. Spent many a night wild camping near there too an in Dubs hut and wandscale bothy. It's the final pull for the BG too and the cut off for Borrowdale - lots of tension and ghosts there for many!

On another matter, has anyone else noticed the change on this website, that means you have to log in each time you visit? Or is it just me!!!

I think I would be too scared to wild camp there....it would give me the eeeby jeebies! "contradictions" is a good way of summing up honister

re the site i hadn't noticed that particular change so perhaps it is!

[stevefoster]

Honister suprise

As we approach it is not apparent
Where the notifications lie
True the vista is clear
But life’s lines of demarcation are blurred.

An outdoor factory with natures exceptions
Make for eerie bedfellows,
And twixt spongy peat and a flawless azure
Inverted cotton wool shadows are cast
Moving O’er Great Gable, Scarfell and Pillar.

Before long the cairn reveals a gift
As Buttermere cradles an ever evolving certainty
How much is apart, how much is unified?
And so the conundrum of self, life and other continues.

Really like that freckle, makes me wish i was there.

[freckle]

Really like that freckle, makes me wish i was there.

thanks steve, i realy like your signature they are always quite inspiring

[stevefoster]

thanks steve, i realy like your signature they are always quite inspiring

I like it too, borrowed it off some inspiring person who felt inspired to write it, inspires me. It's true as well.

[Mossdog]

Not new to this thread, but I just felt like a bit of CB and this is one of my favourites.

Eulogy To A Hell Of A Dame

some dogs who sleep At night
must dream of bones
and I remember your bones
in flesh
and best
in that dark green dress
and those high-heeled bright
black shoes,
you always cursed when you drank,
your hair coming down you
wanted to explode out of
what was holding you:
rotten memories of a
rotten
past, and
you finally got
out
by dying,
leaving me with the
rotten
present;
you've been dead
28 years
yet I remember you
better than any of
the rest;
you were the only one
who understood
the futility of the
arrangement of
life;
all the others were only
displeased with
trivial segments,
carped
nonsensically about
nonsense;
Jane, you were
killed by
knowing too much.
here's a drink
to your bones
that
this dog
still
dreams about.

Charles Bukowski

[stevefoster]

Just watched 'The Man with two brains' tonight, love that film:thumbup:

The Pointy Birds

The Pointy Birds are Pointy, Pointy,
Anoint my head,
Anointy Nointy