Hewing out some Hughes


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

17 thoughts on “Hewing out some Hughes

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. something weird happened, i will try posting my comment again

    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

    1. 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

  4. 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.

    1. 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

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