Lazy Poets Thursday Poem

The Dartmoor series continues with a distant view of Brentor and I’ve posted a larger image then usual so that you can zoom in to the horizon and see the church.

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Brentor

St Michael’s tower atop volcanic cone

presiding over broad sweep of moor

with expanse of green pasture and hedge

and with barren peat soil to the fore

built on solid granite eight centuries past

you perch on sacred pagan land

with unconcerned remains of thirty nine

lying north to south beneath Christian floor

traces remain of what once was so fine

crafted Before Christ by sturdy hands

   no longer standing the ancient hill fort

but in perpetuam it’s ghosts will hold fast

Lazy Poets Thursday Poem

My Dartmoor series continues.

Meldon dam

Meldon Dam

West Okement River

you ran through granite incision

 you splashed your path

through blanket bog

already rendered barren

its nutrients washed away

 by the rainfall of millennia

 Neolithic sapien arrived

when ice age departed

devoided trees to hunt out

forest animals

Industrial Revolution

reached your western land

 rock was quarried

iron path hammered

you were dammed

to quench the thirst of Devon

Lazy Poets Thursday Poem: Extra Lazy and Nearly Friday

genetic footprints

lines of women walked before me
ever increasing one 2
four eight sixteen
don’t draw breath thirty 2
sixty four do the math

seven generations trace back
race back to century 18
spring seven lines ahead
bounce my genes to century 22

I only track back 2
and project two forward

will I hold three planet walkers?
or will that privilege be lost
as one back is lost to me?

The Lazy Poets Thursday Poem, Seaside Supper

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my favourite ice cream entices me

 wrapped in woolly scarf and gloves

on an evening that looks like summer

 for a walk to Orcombe by the sea

a hoard of pulled along people

in the charge of manic dogs

young love displayed in the sand dunes

I wonder if they notice the view

of the waves tumbling and rattling

the shingle in their wake

or the gaggle of dark and white geese

resting on barnacled rocks and weed

the board paddling Poseidons hold me balanced

between entertainment and anxiety

as they reach the distant sand bank

then float on the current out to sea

hoping they won’t need the lifeboat

I find shelter from the wind

 sit back with my supper from Krispies

the best haddock and chips there could be

Lazy Poet’s Thursday Poem, Primrose

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Timid fragile flower with strength

to bear and thrive through frost

you push your way through compacted soil

to spread a sunshine blanket

under woodland canopy

where no sun shines

you remain pure along shoulders

of polluted carriageway

and in a cemetery of tombstones

 you stand alert and alive

your palest glow a greeting

that  follows with fragrance elusive

as your unfolding gown dallies

its subtle caress in green velvet folds

The Lazy Poets Thursday Poem 2

It’s Thursday again and I’m still lazy! For macro Monday this week I posted a photo that I edited. Among the comments I received, Christine at http://dadirridreaming.wordpress.com/ and Sandra at http://sandraconner.wordpress.com/ both said that the photo made them think of waves foaming on a beach. Thank you lovely friends, your comments inspired todays lazy poem. Here is a slightly bluer version of Monday’s photo.

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Waves of Foam

Foaming ocean laps the Jurassic shore

where molten lava once seared and pitted

into burnished pockets of chalk

that glow pale in the shallows

where volcanic flame no longer scorches

earth but in its place frozen fluid

 turned to stone in the countless millennia

before mankind’s dawn

then lapis and bronze lay down its mineral

to adorn sweet womankind’s questing hands

and feet that step through warm golden sand

above the azure sky reflects light

from the firmament holding the source

of celestial waters in balance