Short Fen Poems

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You eagerly 
awaited
the monsoon
like a peacock.

It now rains.

You sing
in a bog
in joy,
you leap
in the fen
like a monkey
and swim
in waters
like a fish....

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White clouds frolic in the blue sea sky in the Summer evening light,

before twilight chases them home as the dark mountain fen floats 

into view, with their wheat coloured valleys after glad to be alive weather....

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White clouds frolic in the blue sea sky in the Summer evening light,

before twilight chases them home as the dark mountain fen floats 

into view, with their wheat coloured valleys after glad to be alive weather....

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White clouds frolic in the blue sea sky in the Summer evening light,

before twilight chases them home as the dark mountain fen floats 

into view, with their wheat coloured valleys after glad to be alive weather....

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The soil whiplashed by the 'nnoyed North-easter 

         into the path of 'nnoyed vehicles farmed and not,

         as the daffodils bow in submission as is their nature,

         while the clever tulips close their turbans to survive....

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Fen Blow another blow to farmers and their workers, 

as the wind joyously exhaused itself knocking the crops 

for six, drying the land of nutrients that are coughed up as prices will  

cause consumers to splutter as everyone to curse the damn dry wind in Spring!...

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the merchant beguile
sat not sanded, miracle mile
what went where whence
was their way, around the fence
in American fen
gators and crossbow
sickened accosted
absolutely aware
awed without care
float and flutter
your way through this life
see me clear
back to my wife...

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Oh, the brand of MultiYork,
It had five fifty then;
The pound dropped low with the Brexit deal,
And they’re washed up in their fen.

Now when you are up, you are up,
And when you are down, you are down,
But with a cliff edge fall and trade screwed up,
You’ll simply sink and drown....

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drunken dive bombers

                                 peewit lapwings courtship play

                                 above wet birds lake



                                 giant crawls up hill

                                 makes lincolnshire wold of 

                                 our detritus fen...

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drunken dive bombers

                                 peewit lapwings courtship play

                                 above wet birds lake



                                 giant crawls up hill

                                 makes lincolnshire wold of 

                                 our detritus fen...

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The soil sailed by the North Sea wind into road traffic all,

as oldies remember their parents, grand parents talk of 

being transferred to England's little Dust Belt of the Thirties;

while the fast foreign labour surprised by the gentle English 

weather getting annoyed with one and all, its just like home after all....

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Tumbling and rushing
Grumbling and gushing
Through reeds and over great rocks
Swelling and swaying
Dancing and playing 
Mid nettles thistles and docks

But down the low glen
Where moor turns to fen
The river slows her fast pace
And there in the mire
She loses her fire
Yields and abandons the race

~~~





30/08/14...

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OCEAN WAVES LAP TO AND FRO
AIR UP WHERE THE WIND DOTH BLOW
FIRE THAT CONSUMES ALL WHERE IT GO
EARTH, MOTHER OF ALL

SNOW THAT BLANKETS ALL THAT'S STILL
RAIN THAT FALLS THE LAKE TO FILL
ICE THAT FREEZES ALL STANDS SITLL
EARTH, MOTHER OF ALL

SOIL THAT COVERS FIELD AND GLEN
HEATHER BLANKETS MOOR AND FEN
SUN IN WHOSE WARMTH WE DWELL
EARTH, MOTHER OF ALL...

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Listen to poem:

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 trotting
Leaps across the dyke
A wand of estuary birds 
Cast up from the land
Coloured sand vast across the morning sky
The power when it comes
Succumb
The trickle of Wicken Fen....

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Embracing warped shadows with in crevice crouch
till the morning light liberates the hideous gloom.
Then upon the balmy breeze delirium vouch
dawn’s chorus melodious across the valley zoom.
How fragrant this moment a day born again
when sunbeams frolic within this a craggy place.
Nature comes alive in hillside dale and fen
simple truth abiding to ignite the human race.

© Harry j Horsman 2012...

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Lashings of wild wind wipe the smile off the smug fenland fields in Spring, 

all geometrical order of all colours of the rainbow, with every colour of yellow; 

jaundice danger once in this region and others in the days before the good old 

National Health Service - NHS today. Today every baby tested for it to keep it away

as well as jaudiced opponents too of the NHS in throughout the whole of the UK....

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"Honeysuckle"
   By Rachel Heffington
The starlike blossoms sweetly shine
And fragrant bloom upon the vine
That wanders through the groves of pine
And lights the dusky glen.
The phantom sweetness on the air
Perfumes the azure stillness there
And wafts ethereal and fair
To ease the hearts of men.
An angel's breath could hardly loom
As pure and sweet as yonder bloom,
That blesses me with rich perfume
And haunts each hill and fen....

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The little song-bird is still
Fluttering by the calm hill
Of a wide countryside;
To death the bees have buzzed.

The lingering clouds are yet to yield;
Still protesting in the wild airy field;
Yon young beads of rain left to mourn:
To the grey occident your entreaty moan;

So far the countryside is a proud fen:
She happily woos a bunch of selfish men
Now the majestic sea bewails their calm hill:
That tomb that still spells to men: “Kill!”...

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The rolling, hollow, baying sounds cascading from the fen,
'cause there's a bobcat up a tree and the dogs are loose again.
The cat suddenly settles, and the hunting pack goes quiet.
A man whistles to call them, but these rowdy dogs won't buy it.

Like men in a private club, they quietly wait by the tree.
The cat observes his options, wondering how he will get free.
A twig snaps, there's movement. and the dogs return to full bay.
The cat jumps down into the marsh, and finally gets away....

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