It's National Poetry Day today, so here's one I wrote earlier...
Cumbria
Cumbria travels with me,
a two-inch ragged oval on the atlas
penned in by the blue motorway.
Cumbria travels with me,
a two-inch ragged oval on the atlas
penned in by the blue motorway.
Larger scale, I can contour the kitchen wall,
Exploring hidden valleys with coffee in my hand.
Each mountain conjures a postcard:
Fairfield - where sudden snow lit up the air;
Wetherlam - where muddy sheep stole sandwiches;
Coniston - where a thunder-storm tore the sky and day apart;
Mardale Head - where we climbed
away from cars and cares
and lay map-flat on the grass
listening to the skylarks
and heather humming bees
just off the pink dotted Right of Way.
Each mountain conjures a postcard:
Fairfield - where sudden snow lit up the air;
Wetherlam - where muddy sheep stole sandwiches;
Coniston - where a thunder-storm tore the sky and day apart;
Mardale Head - where we climbed
away from cars and cares
and lay map-flat on the grass
listening to the skylarks
and heather humming bees
just off the pink dotted Right of Way.
Fiona Lewis
You can find out more about National Poetry Day 2012 from the official website, and from the Poetry Society, who also have an events page.
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