There’s a light in the distance But I know not what it’s for, It just appeared in the mist As twilight settled. The hazy blue-grey Of mountains dressed in clouds, Overshadows and hides The origin of this pinprick glow. Almost a speck-sized orb To guide you through eventide’s haze. *** Www.serrenwrites.wordpress.com #SerrenWrites #Poetry #challenge #world #wisps #Earth #twilight #creativewriting #SerrenWrites #dailyword #Night #peace #poem #lamp #nature #APoemaDay #eventide #l
Tumultuous pass- When ten sails duelled tempest’s rage, Six sails ne’er returned. *** This time I challenged myself to fit a synecdoche into my haiku! Can you write a haiku with a synecdoche? Post it in the comment section, below. *** Www.serrenwrites.wordpress.com #SerrenWrites #Poetry #writingchallenge #storms #harbour #world #Ocean #boats #ships #writingprompts #wordchallenge #tempest #haiku #water #SerrenWrites #Life #journey #poem #nature #APoemaDay #synecdoche
I walk along the side
Of a hill well climbed:
Out past the glen where the trees grow thick
And cover the path with dappled shade.
Branches overhang with umbrellas of leaves
Until you step out beyond, out the other side,
Onto an open hill,
Where you can stop and gaze at the land below.
This land, a timeless land,
It stretches out below-
A patchwork of colour and fields and towns and roads,
Where the river curls and meanders through,
And you see the riverb
A cloudless sky.
It’s been a while
Since the expanse above stretched endlessly blue,
No wisp of cloud or mark in sight,
Azure. How long has it been since the sky glowed like this?
Not white and covered
So that we cannot see what lies above-
Just a blanket of cloud and white. But not today.
Today: A veil of blue,
So high that it feels we could never touch it,
Never reach it,
Never pass it.
Stretching on forever,
Always just out
Today I have been thinking about the spring, waiting eagerly for it to appear full bloom, bringing with it warmth, sunshine, and beautiful growth. *** She Dances with the Breeze She dances with the breeze,
This friend of mine,
Eyes radiant with the joy of life,
This melody that enchants her heart
And my vision
As I watch from my place beneath the sun. If there were leaves,
I believe they would dance with her.
Twisting around her on an unseen spiralling air c
So my friend was wondering if I could write a part two of The Orange Ball that the Mermaids Took, as she wanted to share it with her KS1 class and wondered what would happen next in the poem, perhaps on the girl’s next visit the mermaids would give her something in return… The young girl sat by her bedroom window,
Eyes watching the sea through the glass-
Trying to see the mermaids play with her ball,
Wondering if they’d play above water at all. She couldn’t wait when that
The young girl looked out at the ocean,
Eyes desperately scanning the waves,
Looking out for the contrast of orange on blue,
“Papa, I can’t see my orange ball… can you?” The father looked into the girl’s large brown eyes,
Sad with the loss of her ball,
He squinted and pointed far out into the sea,
“Yes, look: the mermaids took it, can you see?” “The mermaids watched us play, today.
They saw us kick it, throw it, bounce it and then roll it.
And they liked how our ball
The wind howled like a starving creature, forcing its way through the packed trees and stripping the drying leaves from the emptying branches. The world was getting colder, darker, and soon the night would be arriving, even though it was only early afternoon. This night brings with it that which was also dark and dangerous, and hunts in the darkness like death itself. The extra darkness gave them more time to reign, more time to prowl amongst the floor of the woods. One such
High Tide at Night There’s something ominous about those inky black waters-
I stand staring at them as the icy wind buffets around me.
The dark and aggressive waves launch at the harbour walls,
And smother the beach, hiding the rocks.
All I can see of the waves are the pale frothing horses, galloping with wild, foaming mouths,
And the rocks I clambered over earlier become lost to the murky abyss.
I see no distinction between the night sky and the sea,
Only a flashing o
I tried something new in writing it, I was even told by someone it reminded them of Dr Seuss. Was there ever a better compliment? *** The Star and the Moon A stray star wondered the universe alone,
Feeling lost and his heart losing its light,
When it saw a moon with the face of a man,
And begged him to help set him right. “Oh, my dear star, what a surprise this is,
It’s been so long since something came near,
While the sun warms my face, he’s so far away,
That it become
With the snow bringing a little crazy to England, I found myself reminiscing the sunshine we had in the summer. It doesn’t feel like over half a year since I went to a local lake with a couple of my friends and sat in the sun enjoying the peace and contentment it brought to us, but it was. It was a wonderful moment of our own Shangri-La. While it may not have been a mystical, harmonious valley in Tibet, as in James Hilton’s Lost Horizon, for a typical millennial stuck in thei
What could be nicer that to hide away from the biting wind inside a warm café, staring out at the inky waters of a harbour while enjoying a hot coffee? My sentiment seemed to be reflected in the mind of a local pigeon, who hovered by the door waiting for a customer to open it so that he could sneak in and stand in the warmth of the indoors! It behaved very well, and just stood snugly near my table- eyes drooping as it seemed to comfortably nod off! Today’s poem also reflects
One of my favourite styles of poem is the Tanka. I do love Haiku, but I find the extra couple of lines in a Tanka, obviously, will give extra room to play with for a more descriptive piece. I’m really lucky that on the days I am at home, and sitting in my room to work or read, I get to see a beautiful bird of prey circling my home. A small family of red kites live somewhere nearby, so they circle our area daily. There is very little that is more wonderful than to hear their s