Long Bracken Poems

FIRST MOVEMENT (Minor Key)

Times such as these test body soul and mind
So should our thoughts be pain and dark confined
Or loosed to concentrate on brighter things
Like furry puppies, flowers and girls on swings

In this bright...

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The bones of winter cracked the ice black, coal black night.
A hoary wind spits frost crystals that dazzle and blur the sight.
Boney fingers of bare deciduous wood, scratch against the eaves
as the stranger's tread crackles...

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Humanity Canteen

My restaurant is exclusive and classy no paupers allowed though I
have to declare that I picked up the chef near the township where
on a paraffin cooker in his garden of plenty lots of dishevelment...

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Mossy vines served as camouflage for a  d
                          ...

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A goose in a noose got loose today. At last. At times he had watched as bodies of his fellow feathers had been brought out of the shed having walked in just fine. On the...

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A slipper stained in a knot is appearing to emulate a wanton soup. Wanton soup is grinning a beaming smile. Whirling around. Nine noodles nimbly nick niceties. And the prawn dance begins as they fling...

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Childhood memories,making camps upon the moors
 wriggling through the bracken deep,
Making paths to our secret den.
Climbing trees,and falling too!
Moss on stones, glistening sun on stepping stones,
Swimming in the river...with a shiver.

Roly poly down the hill,...

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Notes: Part 1 of The kiss at the tor was the first poem I ever posted on the Soup.
Some time later, my life changed and I was moved to write an alternative version.
I always thought...

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I am a purple headed chicken with glass beads. I like to roam the wooded glades. I often wear a pair of shades. It shields my precious amethyst eyes from the glare of the sun....

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The old ruin sat near the brow of the hill
it had been there for centuries forgotten
none now knew for what purpose it had been used
not even the elders who had many suggestions

A not unattractive looking...

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Oh how alive I feel!
Now spring has come again.
The familiar sun,
My old friend.
Come at last,
Warming my face
As I walk from place to place.

High up in the hills 
I meet you each morning,
Rejocing once more
That a...

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AT THE BEYOND 

It is here at the point
Where no life exists
Where shadows lurk
Life is made
While Creation does nothing
But watch itself in
A hole that never ends

Ether dances and joke at
The beginnings of dust 
As we...

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I walked past leaving the noisy streets behind
Entered a less travelled path leading to the woods 
Where the scene gleamed with refreshing verdure
Here Nature lay in calm repose, deaf to all hustle n’ scuffle

Welcomed by...

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The old ice house is where it happened
The old ice house where cold still grows
We ventured down the hidden old footpath
By the stream where now only the ducks go

A dare to see past the old...

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NATURES OBSERVATION QUEEN

Placed upon this earth; I'm sure at God’s, request
This natures observation Queen is one of the best

Not one colour to her singular, but, lots all abound
An ant would fear her presence as heard...

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Whispers we'd heard for many a year
But we were so far north they never came near
Then the day came for us Highlander men
It wasn't just where, just a matter of when

Down from the Glens came...

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My Bike exercise Ride

I have a bike , that stand still 
No matter how much I peddle
But when Im riding this bike ,
I'm off in a dream a yonder 

Im off to all the places...

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Sun declines, beneath the emerald rim
And I'll be headin' home...
to a cottage in the moor lands 
with a fire to warm me' bones

The kettle of beans are boilin'
and some coals will bake me scones
I will...

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WE WILL WALK OUR RAINS

Welcome the falling rain with a rainbow smile
dripping onto our face rippling even the sea.
Flowers and bushes mottled wet along the aisle
together in the pouring rain, running with glee!

Without a care...

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I wanted to age graciously,
Serene, ladylike and wise,
But I get confused and muddled
And I've come to realise

Things happen to me,
That takes me by surprise
Everything unravels before
My fading eyes.

I cannot enter a room,
Without tripping at the...

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I walked through the haunted 
house on the hill, 
through the untended garden first, 
a tangle of foxgloves and weeds,
claws of bracken the hands of the dead. 
Trees, stripped bare branches scratching 
bulging underbelly of...

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A seam in a sock is a whistling clock. Wheelbarrow hours like a treading of grapes for wine. But swamped with the rest of the waters, teas, coffees and creams can bring a mingle of...

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I remember only too well
when years ago and once more
the clouds of my mind and soul
hung way below the horizon

pernicious weeds took well to it
infested my brain
grew roots and shooters
obstructed neuronal pathways
and pesticides only seemed
to...

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Winter sunlight on the fields
A murder calls in flight through misty yields
Banks of bracken smothered in shadow falls
Thunder through the valley calls

Stiffening muscles ache in winter chills
Footsteps path over wandering hills
Dark, crashing clouds seal the...

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Early March, warm sunshine entices out
Numerous hidden sprig formed new leaves
From tree bark's yielding grey/brown seeping grout
encrusted branches stirring overhead
A Springtime environment conducive
For chattering chaffinchs' in their twos
Comes helpmate so eagerly to show
In nest mating...

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