I feel under the grey,
cold grey all over me.
I search around as I may
for any colour to see.
Across the grass chilled spring
is tipped by blossom, pink
prunus makes my soul sing.
Blue squill forges a link,
a link to a warmer scene
of summer with blue skies,
gentle winds that will mean
coming of butterflies.
But now I'm wrapped and capped
and dreaming with yearning.
Categories:
squill, april, butterfly, cool, environment,
Form: Quatrain
Quite a marriage this be!
For long, it has been sought for,
Killing shards of interest shown - indigenous
Have we any dance left for the new couple?
The masters thread softly for long!
These giants with their squills -
Oh! A Gothic scene.
Is dis the best you have for them?
Shall grief be if this reign goes on?
Shall be sad, if they leave?
Quite a sweet-sour tale for many,
Yet, a tale with its imbalance
Squill will make them sell us
Squill will shoulder the responsibilities of the dead.
Such miracles , such lessons
Our marriage has given.
Quite a one -
Unholy marriage.
Categories:
squill, confusion, corruption, depression, marriage,
Form: Classicism
Beautifully crafted from end to end
Made even the wealthy squill
An ark prepared to safely swim
Captain Andrews behind the wheel
Remarks were made, degrading God
The very one who crafted the sea
Off color, crude, un seemingly odd
"Not even he can destroy me"
An arrogant crew of skilled men
Created this masterpiece
Glory was given to none other than them
As they departed from the East
Four days of sailing with un punished boast
Reassured their sinful tongues
Smoothly gliding far from coast
None predicted what was to come
But God knew there was a lesson to teach
At the expense of even the young
This vessel would cease to reach the beach
A rupture too grand for a bung
A colossal mass was lying in wait
Since the very beginning of time
A monstrous iceberg determined fate
Stood proudly in their line
A dumbfounded captain and ill prepared crew
Lacked wisdom and common sense
Took illogical action and spared a few
Left the poor behind a fence
Her maiden voyage, a catastrophe
Not once would she defy our King
A lesson learned, now history
Oh the knowledge that it would bring
Categories:
squill, god, history,
Form: Rhyme
ALIEN
Someone came to my room last night
An alien, I am sure, in frisson of delight
He crumbled on my dilly springbok breasts
And kissed my **** between love and rests
He was good at love, so how could I fight?
He was from a planetoid, a quicksilver lake
He stopped by my humble hut and saw me awake
He never thought of amber swan up for a take
He smiled like an early bird and put out the light
He was good at love, so how could I fight?
He had a wispy whisper to tell his tale
Which began in a Blanagram and ended in a whale
“My little Mary sunshine my hands go downhill
You are an earthling a cure for alien spill
You are a maritime dream of red sea squill”
I burst at the seams, a jiggery-pokery prank, a twist
Our love went on hand in hand and hand over fist
I sang a willow’s song “How a maid can milk a bull!”
I had no hammer, a chisel, a drake or a drool
But he was good at love, How could I resist?
Next day I bled and I was fresh as tart
I slept with an alien and took other's part
After all he was right, he lost his star chart.
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
27th October, 2014
Categories:
squill, allegory, symbolism,
Form: Rhyme
I marvel
At the rich colours
In Springtime as I walk the lanes,
Explore the woods and cliffs of Pembrokeshire.
‘Cliff clover’,
The ‘sea pink’ or Thrift.
Clumps of pink, colonising coasts.
Sapphire blue
Spring Squill studs the turf,
Hugs the cliff tops of Pembrokeshire.
Navelwort
Clings to crevices
In the collapsing dry-stone wall.
Deepest blue,
The sweet bluebell lake
Lies quietly beneath the trees.
Wild Garlic,
Smells waft in the breeze,
Each white flower, a cluster of stars.
Glassy green
Leaves and green flowers,
Strong pungent celery like smell –
Alexanders – the parsley of Alexandria.
‘Moon penny’
Or Oxeye Daisy –
Proud white heads pepper the hedgerow.
Carmine pink,
Proud heads of Foxglove -
A guard of honour lines the lane.
What better
Time and place to be,
In stunning natural Pembrokeshire.
Categories:
squill, beauty, flower,
Form: Fibonacci