Even The Badgers Found It Strange

by Ben Pickard   Feb 5, 2018


The crunch of frost gave way beneath my feet
As the morning sun fought off the stubborn mist.
How odd! to see the pregnant fields and wheat
Transformed so soon and by this icy twist.

September had not yet dawned but that
Could not quite warm my breath or rosy cheeks -
The land about was still quite full and fat...
Did that not make this amble cruel and bleak?

I came, then, to the river's friendly bend,
Where at this time of year it trickles so.
But hark! the icy queen would even this suspend:
No current or no sound to prove the flow.

A 'tick' then came to me upon the still
And hurled me back to life from where I stood;
Almost noon and yet this casual chill
Did still abound throughout the open fields and woods.

And by and by, I made my way toward my house,
Accepting that and all I couldn't change;
For not a pheasant, badger, squirrel, hare or mouse
Could help but find this eerie morning cold and strange.

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Ben Pickard

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  • 2 weeks ago

    by Oceanloveisland

    My partner was raised knowing how to handle guns and would go hunting with his dad. He is Vegan now, has been for years. He can’t bear the thought of shooting animals any longer.

    I enjoyed reading your poem. I love how your words drew pictures in my mind and took me through your experience.

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Jack

    This is a GREAT poem and I'm glad you shared it!

  • 2 months ago

    by Maud

    Wow. That’s my “poetic” review. I wish I could try and write like you do. So pretty and perfect. I can see the scene. Great work, please never stop.

  • 2 months ago

    by M.Useless

    Very well written. I donned a sweater in order to finish it.

  • 3 months ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    You never fail to amaze everyone...your poem bring words into life...damn I can see how people look like how the weather feels like,you bring the reader inside your poem...
    My fav lines..

    I came, then, to the river's friendly bend,
    Where at this time of year it trickles so.
    But hark! the icy queen would even this suspend:
    No current or no sound to prove the flow.

    Very impressive.Keep on writing

    GEL

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