A Silence (Spring?)

Today I heard
The all too rare sound of silence
When I took my boots and woollen socks
And with them my feet and legs
And the rest,
From the noisy pebbles
Up to the sea-soft grass that lies
Between stone and rock, and beyond that,
A sea,
That lapped today no stronger
Than a lake in summer.

It is not quite yet the time for silence,
As winter is loud, at least
To my ears.

But today there were
Catkins, on the willow
Coltsfoot flowers, which I had not seen
Before, and
I saw a plant I think looks
As if it might be related to chamomile.

I wore my long skirt,
My sisters scarf
And a green hat
I felt as lovely as the trees today,
Well maybe not quite…
But I will say so because
All is silent, but love in this moment,
And if I am not to love myself I am not to love the earth on which I stand.
Am I not the tree?
Am I not the bird?
Am I not the hoverfly?
Am I not the insect that I almost ate,
Upon plucking a gorse flower
So enticingly filled with a scent of coconut and sweet warm sunlight

I looked into the flower and found another being…

Gorse flowers do not taste as they smell
However often you try, thinking that maybe, this once, they will liken primroses, and taste like….

Flowers.

Maybe I am more like the grass.

It was also alive today, stirred by a slightly different breeze…

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The day I went out walking

I just wrote this poem and have not edited at all, so excuse any odd wording or repetitions

One day I went out walking, a mountain stood before me.
Its fingers stretched out to the clouds, frozen in grey cold shards.
I wondered what had happened there, many years before.
Maybe some person went to the forest, running from their troubles,
They reached out their fingers in sorrow, and they cried,
Their tears running rivers, forever held in stone.
Maybe a tree was falling down, taking in the last rays,
Its bones held solid, but its life falling away,
It set itself into the stones, and stretched out to the sky.

One day I went out walking, a river ran beneath me,
Its rushing waters pulled at my heart, flowing through the world.
I wondered how its banks had carved, running to the sea.
Maybe the sky filled up too much, the water brimming at the edge,
When a mighty force called on the flood, the water poured,
It fell among giant tumbled stones, to run down to the sea.
Maybe life got all too hard, for a soul with a broken heart,
Her tears poured out, into the earth, who cradled her like a child,
The trees took her sorrow, and turned it into life.

One day I went out walking, the sun shone above me,
The shining rays sent warmth, piercing my cold blue skin.
I wondered why it burned so bright, always beating down.
Maybe in the night some child was cold, even with the fire below,
His mother despaired for his life, desperate for some warmth.
She sent her fire to the sun, and rekindled the burning light.
Maybe the trees sent back the light, and set it burning again,
The sun shone down once more, to warm the hearts of men,
And we danced in joy, to feel the gaze of the ever watching star.

That day I went out walking, the path was guiding my weary feet,
Footsteps worn by thousands, years before til now.
I wondered how many had stepped this road, although there was no one.
Maybe a child who danced and played, a father watching closely,
Maybe a worker carrying loads, a hunter out with the strangest eyes.
A person seeking ones once lost, to tell them all the forgotten times,
Maybe somebody didn’t know, where this path would lead,
They simply had to leave their past, through this stony path, this arch of leaves.
They ran to find a new life, and their feet fell where I stand.

Time Machine

This is a poem I wrote for a school poetry competition on the theme ‘Time Machine’. The results have not yet been decided. (I got second prize)

Down in the valley I found a time machine
Its face was cracked and worn, a weathered eye of green
I walked all around it, stepped over its long roots,
Bursting out of the earth, sprouting fresh new shoots.

I pressed my hand to its skin, heard the river chime
It ran away, away through time
Time that often runs away,
Always flowing, throughout the day.

Through the river, thoughts flew,
Like clouds in the wind when the breeze blew.
My mind spread, around the sky,
With the birds, soaring high.

I ran to the hills, long ago,
To see the sun rise through the snow.
It pulled me back, back to the start,
Where the silence ate into my heart.

So I went back home to the trees ,
To see if I could find the keys.
Into the centre of this space,
The path into another place.

I tried to see into my mind,
Pulled apart the past entwined.
To check if I had been before,
At the entrance to this door.

I saw myself, young and small,
Before my tears began to fall.
I sat up there, on that long limb,
A slender branch, small and slim.

I had touched the skin, of this life,
Before it all fell into strife.
I place my hand into my head,
Now all memories, that once had fled.

Now I fall to the base of the machine,
It’s pulling me down, down to the green.
I lie there, among the roots,
Resting on the fresh new shoots.

I will know the way of the land,
The time machine will be in my hand.
Every day I will come to you,
The olden tree, the one who knew.

What to do with no camera lead?

I simply don’t know. I have searched and searched to no avail. I know, I could use another camera. Except for the slight issue that our other camera ALSO uses that lead. Where it has gone I do not know.
So. Today I took part in a poetry competition. Nobody in my school got into the semi finals. I was delighted that I wouldn’t have to go ahead again and miss another double art class. And I practically starved, since it went way overtime and I couldn’t eat any food in the cafe apart from an apple.
So. My Halloween costume. I am going to be a dryad (a tree nymph, for those of you who do not know greek or roman terminology) and I am making it out of a top and a dress with leaves hot glued on. I will also paint my face green so that i am a little more… foresty.