Scything Poems - Poems about Scything

... A scything rain crops the high reeds. Never saw the storm coming, too busy rowing my mind through its own river. The ducks and herons have all gone they have not flown away, they ha......

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... Gaze out to sea upon blown rig and sail in our fright’s strand on stormwatch to the south, heed the mighty whirlwind, its scything trail - Galleon’s Passage to the Serpent’s Mouth. See ......

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...An advent of raptors loiters over mall roofs. hooded eyes scope the neon-lit spaces, the concreted waste lands. We wake to their screams as if this were High Sierra, not Ohio where parent’s try......

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...Written: August 25, 2023 ______________________________________________________________ In the realm of the morning moon, A tale of passion shall be strewn, Where bleached rays agai......

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...The heart that beats does scream as my chest tightens, A sound so sharp it bleeds from me, my every will. Hath only the mind to break my faith and frightens, My soul under deep now slaved shall ev......

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...HARVEST Day after day we are out in the sun Collecting the harvest before it rains. Day after day until daylight is done, Scything the ripe hay to fill up the wains. They say ......

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...Poppy by Michael R. Burch “It is lonely to be born.” – Dannie Abse, “The Second Coming” It is lonely to be born between the intimate ears of corn . . . the sunlit, flooded, shellshocked rows......

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...The old tree has long been felled, And you need to know the ground To find the last few signs of Sunken family grave mounds. The graveyard is now full And it was thought for the best To find ......

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...Standing hoeing garden stones Eyes awash with tears As memories flood back from More than sixty years, To the little village churchyard For which my dad cared And which duty I, as a child, So ......

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...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers listen through touch, they become deeper, more blunted, a vibration of mal......

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... On white lines on valiant wheels I head north leaving behind the City of Sails with its humourless streets, its casino steel and glass Sky Tower built upon the rubble of a gran......

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...Beethoven smashes one piano after another. He shears through keyboards, a peasant scything hay. The composer's fingers don't grow deaf, they become deeper, more blunted, like mallets. His apa......

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...Just off the busy road there’s a dirt lane that leads to a weather-worn covered bridge where Red Tails gather at eventide. In the sunlight the birds flicker on hot winds, rest and watch on pylo......

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...There are wild horses in the heather; their neighing follows the wake of hewing wind-wraiths. The ponies are hardy and stout, they go in and out of the clouds, slip through swale and dingle. ......

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...(a turtle creation story) Turtle flexed his jaws as hard as secateurs. Monkey-See saw flew up the slippery trees mimicking the snapping sound above the mealy ground. It was the first Satu......

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