Idlewild is how best I like to be
empty days and diary pages kept full
of wool-gathering dates
appreciating a backwood space to amble
and unscramble self from the frenzied crowd
I have leaned long on broken fences
commencing with daydream dawn chorals
sorrel suns flooding field and water meadow
a crescendo of birdsong before sudden silence
licence then for insect hum to break from clouds
it is late in the full blown season and even snow
tip-toes when the curfew bell has sounded
rounded up farmyard and fowl into their stalls
the shawl of night will wrap me reconciled
idlewild and boundless in the shroud
Title and image with kind permission from the wonderful photography blog SunEarthSky. For this week’s Poetics: Photography by Sharon Knight. Many thanks to Sharon – and Mish for this prompt.
25 thoughts on “Idlewild”
Laura, your descriptions are so wonderful in this delightful poem. I love the image of the snow tip toeing when the curfew bell has sounded and so much more about this. You make me want to escape to this place and, funny coincidence, there is an Idlewild in the mountains above me, here in So. California. You made me pay attention to its wonderful name.
Sharon the photographer called this idlewild so now I wonder if there is also a place by that name in her neck of the woods -thank you Victoria – am,happy you too felt the escapism I found in this name
Dreamy, especially “empty days and diary pages kept full.” I also like the rhyme scheme, reflecting how dreams flow.
Thank you and also for noticing the rhyming flow
Tiptoeing snow… that’s an image I really love… and idlewild is one glorious word I will remember.
Thank you Björn- it’s an unforgettable image word!
I love the subtle rhyme in this. This takes me back to the hours I spent wandering woods and fields. I loved the freedom.
It’s partly the wish fulfilment dream of a city dweller – happy that it registered with you
I can’t wait for warmer weather to return so I can enjoy rambling in Pennsylvania’s lovely woods. Snow hasn’t tiptoed around here lately!
Laura, I read this poem with SUCH delight. I just love it. Especially “I have leaned long on broken fences”, the bird chorus, and “even snow tip-toes when the curfew bell has sounded.” Just gorgeous.
Thank you for such a delightful comment Sherry
That powerful last line—–>straight to my heart!
Glad it did not sound morbid but heartfelt
Not morbid, only true.
tip-toes when the curfew bell has sounded… love the description of idlewild!!
Thank you – I imagine it’s a lovely place to be!,
“the shawl of night will wrap me reconciled
idlewild and boundless in the shroud”
I was quite taken with these lines. Lovely images throughout.
Freedom even at the end- thank you
‘Idlewild’ it sounds so accommodating and friendly yet, freely dignified. Will remember it!
Interesting description Hank
A beautiful interpretation of Sharon’s photo. Love the alliteration and internal rhyme. The “shawl if night” was such a comforting ending.
Excellent prompt Mish – thank you
I enjoyed the audio. I like the rhyme sound ending one line and beginning he next.
Only just posted the audio – thought I would try it out. I like that rhyme pattern – glad you did too
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