FEBUARY EVENING IN EIRE (IRELAND) by Christopher

by christopher   Feb 27, 2012


A blue sky, cold and minty
scarred with fading wisps of jet fuel.
Appearing slowly, majestically,
a crescent moon pale and cool.

I see the blackbird flying lowly; shrilling
hopping from blackberry to hawthorn bush;
whistling perfect notes and thrilling.
Along the hedgerow I listen to the evening hush.

In the distance running along the cresoted fence,
striding softly on dewy grass a long distance runner.
All of her poise graceful and untense
oozing from her the aura of an Olympian.

The cooing of a woodpigeon and
hooting of a barn owl together in unison.
Joining in the new spring chorus
A heavenly gift poured onto us.

Fluttering wings of a bat
directed by natures sonar.
Stealthily stalked by a wild cat
crawling on belly from afar.

From the warren on the hill
a specled rabbit stands still.
Febuary evening in Eire (Ireland) becomes dusk.
An odour conjures, resonating for me a perfume of musk.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Ingrid

    This was really beautiful and descriptive, I can see you gave much thought to presenting things as they truly are. Much eye for detail.

    Well done,

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    This was more like a painting then a poem. It was smooth, full of images like the stroke of an artist brush. Excellent

  • 12 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    I loved how you have described in detail... beautiful imagery and wonderfully worded.

  • 12 years ago

    by Larry Chamberlin

    I understand the cresoted fence should be creosoted, i.e. made from treated lumber. I agree that specled should be speckled. Also, PnQ rules prohibit ALL CAPS in the title. It should be Initial Caps only.

    That having been said, this is an amazing poem. I imagine you standing in one spot, surveying the landscape and recording what you see like a camera obscura. Your imagery does magic for the scene, capturing not the mere incidents but essence of their intertwined presences.

  • 12 years ago

    by Mattias Ostling

    Loved the imagery, so vividly described. Great rhymes as well.

    You typoed two words, however. cresoted (I suppose you mean crested?), and specled (Do you mean speckled?)
    Other than that it was perfect.

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