Ferns Poems

SIMPLE SPIDER STORY

SIMPLE SPIDER STORY

Palsy poison spider
bickering, binding, biting
sparring, stinging, scampering
creeping in crevices cocooned 
coded crooked cock-eyed

Here, there, everywhere 

Scorpions enticed bicolour eyes
broken webs of gravity’s return
to sting a billion bites boggling 
so drenched in poison they 
polluted rivers and valleys alike

Here, there, everywhere 

Palsy spider died a peevish death
a pensive peony covered her crevice 
soon after

ferns wanted a fey mascot

Ferns were sad.
They wanted their own fey mascot.
Lily had a faerie
Marigolds had a brownie
Mushrooms had a pixie
Elms had an elf
Why are we the only ones without a mascot?

Ferns told everyone about their dilemma.
A faerie from middle earth heard their plight.
She had wanted to move to a new place for some time.
She arrived on a Tuesday,

Ferns Cascade

ferns cascade
along a woodland trail
verdigris spires

My Thoughts About Ferns

their greenness is different than anyone else's
They have a sway that reminds me of a pliable back
I watch them waving and I smile

Green Mountain Ferns

Green mountain ferns. Line the winding road
Over the edge, a view of the mountains 
Counting the hours till I get back to you 
My safety. My security. My secret sanctuary. 

Ancient trees they look down on me
As I wondrously look up at them 
The sun is slowly begining to fade now
That last bit of bright

Whispering Ferns

Mile high bracken upon the Beacon
Under a clementine moonlight,
In shadows drifting to and fro
Like the tide upon the silken sea.

 © Harry J Horsman 2021

The Silence In the Garden

This morning is perfect silence
And all the world is a garden.
The greying wooden bench upon which
I sit is still slightly damp from last
Night's rain, but was mostly
Sheltered by the brick arches of the
Museum's facade behind me.
A grove of giant ferns dances to a 
Silent tune of the wind,
Rustling leaves.
Statues pose around me,
Like me, they do

Hiding In the Ferns

hiding in the ferns, slithering low
Sneaking and plotting
eyes narrow 

the ferns part as she backs up
knowing she only has one shot
no dress rehearsal

unsuspecting baby frog 
hops right toward her yellow eyes
not understanding when the darkness happens

the fern feels guilty
an unwilling culprit
as the snake devours her lunch

Spirals

spiraling footsteps
chameleons retreat
fiddlehead ferns

June 14, 2020

Verdent Ferns

verdant ferns waving
showing off their frothy leaves
glorifying god

Giant Ferns

Goose
in the
archway is
nestled between
trees 

Ferns
ease claim 
resting on
natural moss
sill

3/17/2019

Her Ferns

Aunt Rose is always with her ferns
Since that's where Uncle Gil broke the urn-

7/19/2018

Highway Speeding

highway speeding
dusty spring sunrays
unfurl ferns



posted on May 20, 2018

Ferns

The ferns are taking over,
Running rampant in the yard.
I yank them by the roots, a job
More tedious than hard.

Each summer they crop up en masse
And quickly multiply,
So you may see me plucking them,
Most likely in July.

I do not hate their lacy fronds,
Which sway when there’s a breeze,
So seeing them some other place
Would really not displease.

But

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