Harry Horsman Poet Free verse

Mid Winter

        An Andaree Form (Unrhymed)

Swaying to the swishing of an ice-cold wind
Wooden fingers belonging stout limbs
While Telegraph wires wail
Fear impending storm,
Wilful oak
Guards
Though naked
In winter’s shackles,
Rides in natures carousel
Where the end begins the beginning
Swaying to the swishing of an ice-cold wind.

© Harry J Horsman 2021

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Jennifer Proxenos October 10, 2021 at 10:38 PM Hi Harry, another awesome write from your wise creative pen - I feel the icy cold wind and although it is 8.00 a.m in the morning and 30 degrees already, i put a cardigan on. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Kim Rodrigues October 6, 2021 at 6:36 AM I had to read this a couple times. I feel the angst and the movement of your imagery! Nicely done, Harry!

Lindsay Laurie October 5, 2021 at 3:37 PM Hello Harry ... a good example of our weather in West Gippsland over the past week and it's already with one month of spring gone, but today is perfect. Nicely describing verse Harry to have us reach for a coat - thanks Harry - Lindsay

Mike Gentile October 5, 2021 at 9:56 AM I enjoyed this form in your shivering image Harry! Well Done!!

James Peranteau October 5, 2021 at 6:46 AM Yikes!...i read up on the "Andaree" form, and truthfully, though i have indulged several forms here on the Soup; i find myself most comfortable with writing "free verse"....i like the brrr thought dear poet coming my way...if indeed your train uv thought sir...*sm...much love, james

Andrea Dietrich October 5, 2021 at 6:40 AM I really like the imagery you used, Harry, to signify mid-winter. thanks for trying to emulate the form. It means a lot to me. Soupmail for you.

Sara Kendrick October 5, 2021 at 3:57 AM I like this one. Way to go. It is so descriptive of a cold, cloudy winter day. We don't have very many of those here in the south but we do get some really bad winters sometimes. Your visit to my page was delightful. Sara

Mystic Rose Rose October 5, 2021 at 3:53 AM You sent shivers down my spine with this cold tingly poem, I want to throw a blanket on it Harry, I love the form never heard of it, but I'd like to try . :)

Brian Strand October 5, 2021 at 12:30 AM The season of natural sculpture Harry

Anil Deo October 4, 2021 at 7:53 PM wonderful! "natures carousel," is brilliant. shalom, shalom & thanX ever Sir Harry

Sotto Poet October 4, 2021 at 7:40 PM The dominion of winter winds is beautifully depicted in this tough to perform Andaree form. Harry, you've done an amazing job. I tried just once.

Judy Ball October 4, 2021 at 7:16 PM Oh beautifully done Harry. I could see the stout Oak tree standing against the storm. Loved it. God Bless, JB

Heidi Sands October 4, 2021 at 3:23 PM Great poem Harry. I enjoyed this. Well written. :)

Tom Cunningham October 4, 2021 at 11:39 AM Brrr it's coming here, im jealous as you're moving towards summer. Tom

Evelyn Judy Buehler October 4, 2021 at 9:56 AM This verse is such a beautifully wrought work, and aptly depicts winter, Harry. I love the imagery! This is in my faves. :)

Victor Buhagiar October 4, 2021 at 5:38 AM Great contrast: the end of autumn, the beginning of winter.

Vijay Pandit October 4, 2021 at 4:54 AM The reign of winter winds exquisitely evoked in this difficult to execute form. So well done, Harry.