Hi! I think this is the first poem I've posted for about a month. My aim was to write one a day, but, oh dear, I haven't managed it yet! But it's my aim! The last couple of weeks have been a bit of a sad stress-fest, so I haven't been posting much apart from posts on behalf of other people. My beloved cat, Moggie, who is 14, collapsed and was diagnosed with kidney disease. I've just changed vets as mine seemed very pessimistic and talking about worst-case scenarios. I'm aiming to do all I can for her as she's brought me a lot of happiness. Her dear little face and the way she runs, doing what can only be described as bunny hops, always bring a smile from me. Tomorrow I should be getting some results from the vet, so I'm hoping for the best.
Before all this drama, I went to Hampstead Heath on a very hot day. Summer only arrived in the UK at the turn of July (better late than never) and walking through the forest bit, I came across the beautiful sight of pollen drifting through the trees. It was like glistening rain and made me think of a fairy world. I had to get out my notebook, kneel down and write, which probably made passers-by think me a little crazy, but what the hell. This was the result.
Light refracted
It
blows
Tripping
on the green
Spirit
of a many shaped sigh
Hurtling
forth on the
Fingers
of the waking breeze
Light
breaks between
Yellow
figments of ages seen
Dust
lifts, floats afar
Distancing
Scattering
the pollen
Where
eyes unseen have sung
Sweeping
through sweet gusts
Of
transparent fate
Leaf
heads pass me by
Catching
a ride
In
the glint of the sinking sun
Light
breaks, shakes
A
time that maybe never was
They
peek, these wisps of grass
Eagerly
through greying soil
Waking
and waiting
Listening
for the rush
Blowing
through the trees
Where
the leaves whisper
The
faintest chirp is heard
In
the place where spirits dance
Endlessly,
between times
Treading
the lost paths
Where
the airy pollen sways
Copyright Vickie Johnstone
Thanks for reading!!
Feel free to post your own poem about pollen or the forest :)
