Telescopic Observations

Cover me in feathery down,
warmth against winter chills and frozen  ground
leave me to sleep in deep refrain,
until tidal waves recreates my home again.

Step, step, stepping in deep snow,
Hobnail boot prints in trailing go. 

Full blown blossom,
tis Spring
Showers of rain
Drip, drip, drops
Filling open flower cups.

Fluttering bird trapped in cage,
tempting fate,
it's door stands open wide.

Halt who goes there,
Red Robin sings
standing as sentinel
to nesting birds
as billing and cooing
their courting done.

Hanging basket suspended
 from patio frame,
Purple-striped lobelia
 is the plastic tagged name.

Spring marigolds planted
in beds so neat
Foraging nocturnal rabbits,
are now replete.

Castle turrets in skyline frame
Dark in silhouette
Formidable whether friend or foe
Sheltering community from the Viking horde.

Boatman concealed in hooded cloak
Waits across the river at midnight
Beckoning stranger with jingling coins
Tempting providence,
Boatman swiftly rows to comply
A flickering  moonbeam
highlights his features;
 no face, but skeleton skull,
Death rows the hapless stranger to the other side.

Circling bald eagle over misty moor,
wings outstretched,
as it begins to soar,
Over mountain ranges on thermal air,
effortless in flight,
though as an insignificant insect
to binocular- less eyes.

Blackberries are ripening 
Along bridle track.
Children gathering them
As purple  lips smack.

Time zone crossed
vow affirming
two lovers reunite
for all eternity.

Eleven p.m. strikes,
showing the late hour,
As ash residue,
through fire grate,
falls in a dusty shower.

In the early hours,
A lone dog howling
at an indistinct sound
Inciting a duet
with a neighbouring hound.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Horn Avatar
November 3, 2014 at 7:58 AM
http://www.moorlandassociation.org/birds.asp Waves recreate not recreates. Eagles are not in moors. Allow not leave. Running and hopping replete. Lord of Viking Horde. Flower and buttercups. Prints show on trail that I go. Just some thoughts, suggestions and ideas. Poem is great and has much meaning. Everyone's opinion is going to vary.
Horn Avatar
November 3, 2014 at 6:47 PM
http://www.scottishraptorstudygroup.org/goldeneagle.html Bald Eagle if North America. Golden Eagle is Scotland. Just for your info. Jim Horn
Stephens Avatar
November 3, 2014 at 12:54 PM
Thank you for reading and giving your kind comments. Howeve,r the golden eagle has been noted in the Highlands of Scotland where there are mountains and misty moors!
Timperley Avatar
August 30, 2014 at 7:02 AM
Boy Theresa, this work ricochets round like a bullet in a bucket, from dawn to dusk to death and back. Lovely write. Got me thinking again. God Bless. Dave.
Timperley Avatar
August 30, 2014 at 7:01 AM
Boy Theresa, this work ricochets round like a bullet in a bucket, from dawn to dusk to death and back. Lovely write. Got me thinking again. God Bless. Dave.
Lindley Avatar
July 22, 2014 at 9:03 AM
So glad I found this poem as the first one to read of yours as it hits me deeply. I once wrote long and complex poems much like this. Usually about Nature and mankind's relationship. BBBBBravoooooo on very fine write!!!
Harper Avatar
March 10, 2014 at 10:48 AM
You have taken me on quite a journey Theresa, very imaginative and lovely.
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