Monday, 15 June 2009

Time for a poem

Thinking about being outside...

so we decided to
take the risk, stay out
and wait for night to arch its back,
stray from the path
and hide, like roe deer, in the woods,
pile bracken high,
unpeel ourselves,
feel the moonlight,
float
out of ourselves

6 comments:

Mairi said...

This is a beautiful piece. Waiting for the night to arch its back, the first word rhyme - I forget what that device is called - of peel and feel, and the whole idea of risk involved in going outside. You have no idea what might happen to your whole frame of reference by indulging in such a thing. You don't say, of course, that the 'we' of the poem have stretched out to enjoy whatever - the stars, the night sounds, the darkness or each other - it's only te piling of the bracken that lets us know. Glad to have found your site.

Crafty Green Poet said...

lovely poem, very atmospheric.

Anonymous said...

I can't add to Mairi's analysis, but I would like to know if it was one of you Fifty Fings to do before you're Fifty:-

i.e. frolicking with fawns amongst the ferns under the full moon!

or perhaps just Go-Ape for acrophobics?

DM

Mistlethrush said...

Thanks for your comments and very good analysis.

Is it one of the Fings to do before I'm Fifty? As a former guide leader, I have slept out in a cardboard box (on a flagged floor) to raise money for homeless people. It was ok a for a fun activity for a warm summer evening but it certainly wouldn't want to be homeless. Would I sleep out in the open again - yes. And it's not impossible that I'd Go-Ape as well...

The Weaver of Grass said...

Love it carol - the imagery is beautiful.

Deborah Rey said...

Beautiful, beautiful poem, Carol.

Have a nice and sunny weekend.

Deborah

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