Sheep

when we appear at the gate

their bleating starts

calling of ewes to lambs

lambs to ewes

locating each other in panicked calls

so anxious are they at our arrival

~

a pair of sturdy lambs burrow under a ewe

knocking the flighty beast off-balance

pull hard at her teats for comfort

lambs who already feed happily on grass

who merrily join patrols of this pasture

party to a gambolling gang

who normally ignore the stark-shorn ewes

lined by tines of electric shears

that have scored their skinned fleece pink

~

When our red quad-bike appears

these adolescent lambs cry

for more mother’s milk

perhaps instinctively aware

of what drives our human kindness

~

CLP 27/06/2021

Dream #20

you know, this thing that didn’t happen

anywhere but my head, seemed real

I remember everything about it

conversation, colours, the amazing food

all the personal touches

every sensation, but smell

smell? nothing.

I thought nothing of it until I was asked to leave

as I said, it seemed real

but without a scent of the place

without that, I knew something was wrong

I thought I could smell a rat

~

CLP 16/06/2021

Dream #19

flying with brothers and sisters

screams of joy

uncontrollable giggles

screaming with brothers and sisters

pained by absence

collapsed in holes of grief

uncontrollable brothers and sisters

scoured by loss

wandering like orphaned kittens

absence of brothers and sisters

~

CLP 15/06/2021

Beneath Blossom

In April’s last bright shower

of white pear petals

she took him gently

laid on daffodils

that soothed winter’s heartache

so by January next

they had their son

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2021 Day Fourteen a poem from a first or last name:

i) Perry from the Welsh patronymic ‘ap Henry’ / son of Henry.

ii) Perry from the English meaning ‘someone living by a pear tree.’

Here, a romantic combination of both derivations.

Pictures of perry pear tree kindly provided by Maya Love at Avalon Permaculture Garden, Somerset. Thank you, Maya.

NaPoWriMo

~

C L Perry

14/04/2021