Aisling of the millpond

unseasonable warmth
petite clouds
white buds pinned to infinite blue
fine grass blades grass by the millpond
prick my pale winter skin
my flat weight crumples daisies
in cool shade
of the willow’s weeping

tumble of the waterwheel
low hum of bumble bees

chiffchaff

chiffchaff

chiffchaff

with eyes closed I see all
the birds I hear
from within this sonorous wall
soft notes
a woman’s song

so tired
so tired
so tired

my head so heavy it cannot turn
my eyelids stuck down by pinks and blues
my arms so heavy they will not move
my legs feel bound they cannot run
my voice clasped tight within my throat
I hear her singing

she sings of lilac
yet to bloom

she sings of lambs
not yet sprung

she sings of hedgerows
nestlings yet to fledge

she sings of the stream
yet to flood

she sings of oak
still to leaf

she sings of the summer
yet to burn

she sings of two lovers
yet to meet

she sings of harvest
we’ve yet to reap

she sings of apples
we’ll collect

she sings of mists
that will rise from dew

she sings of the plough
that will tear the earth

she sings of crows
that will draw in the night

she sings of frost
that will veil the soil

she sings of the fireplace
as autumn leaves

so tired
so tired
so tired

slowly I wake
remembering
how far I must go
before I finally reach
my home

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-five prompt: write an aisling.

CLP 25/04/2022

on darkness

this is the limit
solar orbit continues
we move toward light

~

n.b. Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it! Something to celebrate brothers and sisters.

n.b. This deal does not apply to dwellers in the southern hemisphere.

~

CLP 21/12/2021

on water

crystalline sky meets
golden tears wept by willows
life-belt's hollow ring

~

CLP 16/12/2021

on light

lilac tinge of evening
conclusion of autumn's days
floodlights' siren call

~

CLP 15/12/2022

on Autumn

tardy Sun arrives
pays us cursory visit
clocks off as soon as...

~

n.b. If it even bothers to turn up for work these days.

CLP 08/12/2021

on autumn

late arrival
early exit
you've left your old clothes
strewn on the street
and forgotten
to shut the door
behind you
there's a terrible draught
but thanks
for dropping by

~

CLP 03

on the street

walk on gold paving
countless, not unlimited
transient riches

~

CLP 21/11/2021

on autumn

rich pickings lie here
carpet of horse chestnut leaves
remnants of summer

~

n.b. Two Egyptian Geese nosing their way through leaf litter, barely visible in an English city centre.

CLP 12/11/2021

on mist

clouding boundaries
unsettling settling of doubts
softening edges

~

CLP 11/11/2021

on November

electric blanket
hot water bottle topped up
winter duvet
cat?

~

n.b. What else would one need as the temperature falls faster than leaves?

CLP 02/11/2021