a disappearance of distant trees vapours menace these static, goblin moors long after cock has called morning. Still, they have adopted me, and in the stillness of ages razored a scraggy, scowl for mask a long lexicon of limbs strung around this heart of moss and stone. yet down we must go, the river and I take our leave of this murky, midway world far from the falcon hinterlands and that eventual, inevitable epiphany at the end of all peregrination now, muffled and watery are our steps now a madhouse tumble to where an otter, splendidly sleek slips her pretty glittery face beneath the shallows.
Re-inventing Hughes’ from his “Bestiary” selection of poetry for Shay’s word garden list prompt
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… admiring your wordly creativity. Each word exactly where it belongs. 🙏
what encouraging feedback – thank you Marina. I tried to make it my own but with a nod to our great Yorkshire poet, Ted Hughes
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Your very own … breathtaking work! Hughes would be nodding.
a lovely thought Helen – many thanks
I like “midway world” very much, as well as the ending. I enjoy it when people write their own poems but with a nod to the featured poet or singer.
with this word list, Hughes was evidently wanting to manifest – thanks once again for hosting this prompt
There was something about the way this led to the last three lines… Beautiful.
I’m glad you read it that way – thanks Robin
Hughes had a very unique and personal perspective and feel for nature, and you have shown us your own which is equally so here, one you have painted in very vividly. I especially like the entire second stanza–it is a true example of letting words show, not tell. Enjoyed it very much.
‘letting words show’ what very encouraging feedback – thank you!
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love all the images in this, each one cascading into the next. i can read it multiple times and get a different feel each time, but persistent element of change, always moving forward. enjoyed this very much laura
your comment is especially welcome for all the effort at trying to post – you picked up on the movement – I guess a poem with Hughes as the moorland but like the river, he must descend to the ‘real’ world below
Hi! The title of your poem and description of the otter …. how delightful.
thanks for noticing the world play Helen!
I think this is terrific. A real tension within/across the lines — the goblin moors, the cock crowing and we hear Golgatha before the line breaks to morning. An end you accept and even welcome the world, you and the river in that fantastic watery tumble through life. The language and ideas flow and carry the reader like an otter that slips (as we all must) under the waves. One of your best, IMHO.
many thank yous! – aside from such encouraging words the feedback on impressions the poem left you with is so interesting – often the poet’s unconscious come through that only the readers discern.e. golgotha