Fens Poems - Poems about Fens

...Snipe and Curlew are skating on the mist they sing of the water that sky-water which sways to their songs. Flat is this land with no coastal margins, here I am the peak of a mountain my coated......Read the rest...

...Blurred bushes rush by Brain bends Time out far across the fens A solitary heron flaps The pterodactyl lazy loads A flyover of long strokes Of reed brushes Eels writhe A dog trot......Read the rest...

...seduction sits in the prepotence deep blues inviting to engulf in the wading of her fens without apprehension she is slayed endorphins exploding in air fear interrupting of night ......Read the rest...

...From the miles of flatness and the fens Comes the hill where this Cathedral stands Everyone can see this floodlit site When the moon is out and there is night. I saw it through the window......Read the rest...

...Part 1 of ? Clippety, cloppety, clippety, cloppety All the king’s horses and all the king’s men mounted for battle in all of their armor; they rode off so gallantly through moors and fens. H......Read the rest...

...I Newtown, South Africa, may inspire some day Through this time here, I must turn senses away From adults sending kids to buy "loose smokes" And even ears from women cussing moms, sex jokes! ......Read the rest...

...Medieval Poems Wulf and Eadwacer (Old English circa 990 AD) loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch My people pursue him like crippled prey. They'll rip him apart if he appr......Read the rest...

...Once were badgers in leafy dale, once were rabbits and foxes too, once were pheasants in shining copse where cuckoopint and coltsfoot grew. Once were songbirds in privet hedges, once were blu......Read the rest...

...Helen's brick house was built by her grandpa James with a specific design in mind: the front black cross-windows riminded one of Christ's sorrows; when the off-white roll shades opened the neig......Read the rest...

...Wulf and Eadwacer ancient Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 960 AD loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch My clan's curs pursue him like crippled game; they'll rip him apart if he approache......Read the rest...

...Wulf and Eadwacer ancient Anglo-Saxon poem loose translation by Michael R. Burch My clan's curs pursue him like crippled game; they'll rip him apart if he approaches their pack. It is otherw......Read the rest...

...Come we will an the road is open, Come we will an the door swings ajar, The land we glimpsed longing from fens afar, Shall now be ours to make or mar! Unto the gate we shall be holpen, There w......Read the rest...

...Oh Lord they come again in brilliant hue cold ghosts so long thought dead beneath the snow arise, in flaunting presence overdue upon the thatch brown bed - clear hoar frost glow clings to the ......Read the rest...

...NATURE NONSENSE In the glens by the fens little foxes in their dens. Among the pines grow the vines little squirrels use as blinds In the brook under foot little fish caught by the hoo......Read the rest...

...I Grey spaces, but the day has broken Hope rubs an eye, turns back to snooze Clear water in mason jar hold one life No frills, no leaves, ochre lotus intrudes ... Hopes falling into grey sleep ......Read the rest...