Saturday, 22 August 2009

Bracken

... wrens summon it from slumber
and it rises through its brittle dead
with fronds of frightened caterpillars,
soon linnets romance over it, unfurling it,
their feathers flutter through its growth,
then stonechat - they proclaim from it,
breed in it, feed in it, shelter in it too,
young wrens lose themselves in it,
voles scrabble through it,
kestrels hover over it,
and sheep - they lie down in it,
let its russet hands enfold them
back into its peat.

6 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

that's lovely, specially the first line...

Coastcard said...

Definitely 'the essence' of bracken here. An evocative poem, and I particularly like the imagery in your closing couplet, Carol.

Brian Rafferty said...

Carol. What a beautiful little poem.Every time I read it I discover something new.Thank you for these lovely lines.

The Weaver of Grass said...

I love bracken Carol and I agree with your poem that it is home to so many creatures. I did read somewhere that there is a possibility it might be carcinogenic to humans, which always dissuades me from walking through it.

Anonymous said...

Weaver's correct, Carol. Bracken is linked to stomach cancer, so don't eat any! There's also been a suggestion that the spores might be carcinogenic, but you would have to inhale clouds of them.

DM

Susan Richardson said...

Hi Carol - just dropping by to annoint you with the Kreativ Blogger Award! The 'rules' of the award are listed on my blog. I always much enjoy both your poetic and avian posts :)

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