Monday 20 August 2012

UNDER DEAD TREE

Up on the moor
pause by big boulder
of metamorphosed granite
black, hard and cruel

above and beside
dead tree with no green
grey is the lichen
which covers the branches

crane fly hovers
lone bee, white butterfly
quietly flutter and flit
from this flower to that

such peacefulness
quiet, muted and still
by Colliford Lake
an idyll unrivalled

32 comments:

Travel With Lulu said...

I was able to picture it all in my head - really well written!

Cuby said...

Happy Homemaker uk: It was a beautiful hour or so, glad you were with me, albeit metaphorically!

Viola said...

A very wonderful and a little sad poem. by the way, I think the old trees standing there naked and grey asre so beautiful! :) like a treasure. same as your poem :)

Al said...

You could be describing the tundra above treeline where I live - nice poem!

Lady Mondegreen's Secret Garden said...

Oh I do like that last line - alliteration, consonance? Getting too old to remember the details of poetry but I'm not to old to enjoy the sound of it :-)

Out on the prairie said...

i enjoyed going to the lake

Nancy said...

As much as I love your poetry, I always want to see an accompanying image.

Cuby said...

Viola:I am so glad you enjoyed this poem.

Cuby said...

Al:The tree could have been on the tundra except that it wasn't stunted! Glad you liked it.

Cuby said...

Lady M: The sound of the words is so important, glad it worked for you.

Cuby said...

Out on the prairie: I love this place.

Cuby said...

Nancy Claeys: Oops forgot to take my camera, will try harder just for you!! So pleased you like my poetry.

Moving with Mitchell said...

As always, you've painted a beautiful picture. Thanks!

CherryPie said...

It sounds like a perfect day :-)

Jim said...

I like how you elicit the visuals for the reader. I could 'see' what you saw.

Cuby said...

Mitchell is moving: Glad it worked for you. :)

Cuby said...

Cherry Pie: It was a few hours of perfection.

Cuby said...

Jim: I am so pleased that you could see what I saw.

Kaholly said...

So aptly put. A sweet image.

Lisa @ Two Bears Farm said...

This lake sounds so lovely.

Elephant's Child said...

What a wonderful, truly evocative piece. Thank you. (and thank you for dropping in on my blog as well)

Evlyn said...

I really like the contrast between the hard cruel granite and the white butterfly. It is a very peaceful poem. Lovely to read.

Cuby said...

karen roy: Good to see you, pleased to see that you enjoyed my poem.

Cuby said...

Lisa@ Two Bears Farm: It is a favourite place of mine.

Cuby said...

The Elephant's Child: Welcome, so good to see you here. Good you got the mood of this place.

Cuby said...

Evlyn: So very pleased the peace of this place was conveyed in my words, pleased you enjoyed reading it. :)

EG CameraGirl said...

Lovely description, well written.

Cuby said...

EG CameraGirl: Your comments are much valued, thank you. :)

Crafty Green Poet said...

Lovely descriptions

Cuby said...

Crafty Green Poet; Thank you so much.

Anonymous said...

I like this line especially: metamorphosed granite
black, hard and cruel

Isn't it wonderful to having a blogging space to share the art which arises within us?

Cuby said...

upwoods: I love my blog! I found poetry as an expressive medium so I began to write but sharing it adds an extra dimension. Shared thoughts from a blogger's perspective.Thanks Kathy.