A winter world up front

Posted: December 19, 2010 in poems
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frost on window

Along with most other people this side of the world, my house is surrounded by deep snow. I’m stacking logs on the two fires and wearing some old-fashioned leg-warmers to fight off the draughts. I knew it was a bad move to buy this somewhat open-plan cottage up in north Northumberland! But the plus points are that it’s a brilliant place to work from home and to write. There’s always peace and there’s always a view that inspires. And I happily share it with the wildlife.

So this is day one of my new writing blog. My professional shop-front freelance writing site  is still at www.eleanorpatrick.co.uk.

I’ll tell you about my current writing projects soon, but here, to kick off, is a winter poem I wrote. You’ll quickly find out I’m not a poet but I do like to have a go sometimes. Enjoy!

Epiphany from the kitchen door

Winter sprang forth at dawn today

and offered me a gravelled drive

set sharply in an icy claw.

 

I noticed then a larch nearby

and how it sketched in hoary rime

a range of whitened cones against

the hawthorn hedges forced to bear

a frozen shield of sparkly light.

 

I challenged winter’s frosty glare

and boldly answered: ‘Though you dare,

to rule with bleakly iron fist, there’s

spring to come in nature’s round. And

leaves and shoots yet sound asleep

will rise to brush away your grasp.’

 

I shut my door.

Outside is fine for foreign kings

cloaked and bearing precious gifts

(a winter tyrant welcomes such).

Inside, the blaze of oak and elm

invites me to another realm.

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