《Places, Attempts and Inspirations - Poems》


 1 - Setting and Harken

    Setting


    I never used to write even a line of poetry.


    In fact, I would go in the other direction:


    avoid it unless there was no escape.


    Then one evening I saw a programme about a poet from Wales.


    Hearing one of his poems - and the music that accompanied it -


    generated a song that would not stop until I sat down and wrote


    a poem that very night.


    A poem called Hallencoly Hill that became part of the collection known as Dances, Towers, Hills and Skies.


    But there were some poems not included in the first book; that, combined with others from that time,


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    Harken


    Harken not to the sleep of end,


    Nor to the life that does not mend


    Wander near, yet not too far.


    To the bounds where the Pied Rattlers are.


    All can be lost. Yet more can be gained.


    Isn¡¯t that what they tell you;


    Those who have played the game.


    Listen to the One who knows unimaginably


    more than you.


    Seek his Counsel. His Wisdom.


    His Grace and Comfort.


    Seek Him First and Seek Him still.


    And do not fear, for He seeks after You.

 2 - Horizons

    A horizon was taken.


    A horizon was lost.


    Not by my past,


    but Progress, Dear One.


    Yet a window still opens between


    two grand builds;


    That displays trees, clouds and


    sky beyond.


    Yet I miss the horizon of the


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    Where the weather coursed,


    Where distant Towers and


    aquamarine caressed.


    But there will be others,


    my heart says;


    Others that are grander,


    Others wider and more


    beautiful still:


    To the Horizons new and


    Horizons yet to come;


    Each one more breath-taking


    than the last.

 3 - Paths, Crossroads and Choices

    Oh, for the month of


    indecision.


    Of crossroads,


    five-ways and


    roundabouts;


    Where one route seems as


    good as the other,


    Where one path does not sing


    louder than the rest.


    What shall I do? The voice says,


    What choice shall I make that


    will reverberate for months


    to come?


    Does this happen to others?


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    To go up into the Mountains:


    Or journey beside the Sea?


    It happens to all, The Voice replies,


    The Ladies, The Cooks,


    Captains and Queens;


    What matters is that the Choice


    must be made;


    After a space perhaps.


    After a night¡¯s sleep;


    But don¡¯t leave it forever,


    Or it will become a weight


    around your neck.


    So close your eyes,


    Take a breath,


    Reopen your eyes and


    take the First Step.


    That''s all,


    That''s necessary on


    the Journey to Decision.

 4 - Call, Breadth and Fluff

    Call


    You have been under this tree


    long enough;


    Secure in its shade,


    Whilst the clouds beyond


    the mountains call.


    Now get up,


    Shake off ease and


    let go of comfort;


    Take the risk and begin


    to walk.


    Can you live under the shade


    of a tree on the plain;


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    Clouds beyond the Mountains Call?


    Breadth


    How many times have we


    stopped and given up?


    Yet only later saw how close


    we were to the end?


    Most books I have a pause


    Then, when I reach the end, I think:


    ¡°I was only a hair''s breadth away.¡±


    Fluff


    Insulation for a


    being-deconstructed


    building,


    Or lining for a


    Crow¡¯s nest:


    Fluff.

 5 - Its not a competition

    It''s not a competition,


    It''s not a competition;


    Repeat this to yourself:


    It''s not a competition.


    Not for her affection,


    Not for her attention;


    Not for conversation,


    Not for a false connection.


    You''ve been protected,


    You¡¯re still being directed,


    It''ll take time.


    But it will be worth it.


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    Remember the red flags that


    Rose during conversation and


    how they were;


    Heed the green signals,


    Flee towards them.


    Someone unexpected,


    Someone much better,


    Someone who gives,


    as well as takes,


    Someone who¡¯s really


    interested in you rather than


    as an Attention-filler;


    Someone who your mind blows and


    with whom you have far to go.


    And it all begins by


    reminding yourself that


    when you speak to the one


    here now:


    It''s not,


    It''s not,


    It''s not a competition.


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 6 - Rage against the changes on 3

    Station I listened to


    in the eve;


    Programme would come on,


    Signal to launch the fire stick.


    Free thinking it was,


    followed by the essay;


    Liked the tunes, subject


    and rhythm.


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    Now it''s gone to


    Once a week on Rad 4,


    Replaced with moody, nefarious


    ¡®Night tracks¡¯.


    This week¡¯s Composer shunted


    to late afternoons,


    Early Music no longer at 2 on a


    Sunday.


    This was one of my favourite radio


    Stations;


    Now I switch channels or


    hit the Sounds.


    Rage against the changes on 3.

 7 - Sketchys on Salt

    What to do,


    What to say,


    Went on date app


    Come what may,


    27 Hearts received plus


    8 Hearts & Intros,


    Celebrate - it could be zero.


    From the 35,


    5 Matches,


    Want to know what happened?


    Let¡¯s go:


    1st Match an intro:


    K from Bristol;


    Messages back and forth for


    a week then


    Messages from them went


    to zero.


    Vid chat suggest brought things


    to a head;


    No next stage?


    Separate ways are best.


    2nd a Surprise Like from the


    same city as Me:


    R from Liverpool.


    2 messages exchanged plus a


    third from me with a question:


    No reply and it¡¯s way past a


    week,


    What can I do,


    What can I say:


    Ghosts are alive and well on


    The app named after sugar¡¯s opposite.


    Next, the Day before Easter,


    A big surprise;


    When range was extended,


    a load of hearts arrived.


    Including one from London,


    a person beginning with My.


    Couple of messages exchanged


    then no reply after a week;


    You know where it''s going,


    Another ghost has arrived.


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    Do what K did and just say you''ve


    bailed out, R and My;


    Not leave folk hanging without so


    much as a ¡®Bye¡¯.


    Three days after Easter


    A double surprise:


    A into and a heart


    on the same day.


    First, the intro,


    CL from near Lancaster:


    Great intro,


    Wonderful paragraphs,


    Could be a journalist with their


    questions,


    Then began to fade and was


    bugging up their activities rather


    than answering some of mine,


    Should have seen it coming


    Fading¡¯s long-form for ¡®Bye¡¯.


    ¡®Wasn¡¯t going anywhere¡¯,


    ¡®Distance too far¡¯,


    If the week-long chat was so


    Great, why does it now feel sour?


    Maybe some folk just love to ¡®chat¡¯.


    No vid,


    No face to face,


    Message, message then quit.


    The Fifth Match?


    You can probably guess;


    Messaged back and forth,


    Back and forth for a week and:


    Had a half hour vid chat.


    But, the day after,


    A from Notts went quiet,


    Until I messaged to say I¡¯d enjoyed


    the vid chat:


    Then came the reply, just like the


    other two:


    Enjoyed the week-long exchange


    (and the vid chat),


    but ¡®things weren¡¯t going to proceed


    romantically forwards¡¯.


    What can I say,


    What can I do,


    Down I felt and very drained


    too.


    All that messaging adds up,


    All that time wasted hits like


    a thump.


    Chatting and swiping way too intense,


    Time for a break from week-long


    messaging speed dates.


    Maybe this helps,


    Maybe it doesn¡¯t,


    Take same time away from the d app


    Pause and recharge,


    Remember who you are


    That it¡¯s one part of a


    larger whole and ¡®it¡¯ might


    happen elsewhere.


    The Salt Five:


    I¡¯ve wasted enough.


    Me?


    Loving getting my head back;


    Till Next time.


    Plus, I¡¯ve now got a bunch of saved


    answers that I can tweak for any questions


    that I receive on there from here onwards :)

 8 - Crown and Places

    Crowns


    What Sovereign does the Rook


    protect?


    What virtue will the Knight Praise?


    What makes the Bishop take up the


    Warriors Lance?


    Cause the Queen to cast aside her veil of Peace,


    Pick up the dread Sword of War;


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    of eight Legions?


    Against an enemy with a symmetry akin to


    the reflection within a mirror?


    Crowns


    Have


    Entered


    Strife¡¯s


    Square


    Places


    This is the Kirismaya


    That is the Lan¨¦sdarn


    Up there is Highmonispa


    Down here rests Toonatselles


    To the east Donsgloriat


    To the west Monsdalnoon


    Northward Cold Alstarian


    Southward Rubadelles-Galorn


    On the diagonals Skimay and Julanda;


    On the others Bitariel and Ventasha.


    Towns, Cities, Counties or Forests,


    Who knows the names that form the Laltoriat.


    Ten Cities


    Or a Thousand Hillls


    Only One may decide.

 9 - Duels and Fate Sisters

    Duels


    Violet Rose of Ennesmir,


    Ice Lilly of Farnislahrne,


    Rose Sonnetts,


    Lilly Poets;


    The Duel of Sonnetts rolled


    into One.


    Fate Sisters


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    Bring not the Night


    Against the clear Light.


    Tis a War that the Ages


    Fail to span.


    Across the Fields of Paradise it rages:


    Sleeping for a time,


    But never in closed cages.


    Phases well-documented.


    But the Start lost in fog.


    How many have tried before


    Night¡¯s Grand Triumph?


    But before Her rise to Victory¡¯s Throne.


    Night and her Sister fought alone.


    Against Foes so strong their opponents fled.


    Save the Two Sisters to whom Fate was wed.


    Crowned with star laurels.


    Garlanded with Flowers.


    Hailed as Champions.


    Yet refusing all honours.


    Nyx and Hermera:


    Night and Day:


    The Daughters of Chaos around whom


    the Old War gains a new Phase.

 10 - Notes, Sway and Chuckles of Laughter

    Rising notes,


    Rhymatic beats,


    June evening Sun.


    And a sway of claps.


    In a garden,


    Possibly a barbecue


    With harmonious music


    Chuckles and laughter


    And long views to a


    sun-graced horizon.


    Friends from a year ago


    Connections newly made today,


    United to the sequence of songs, refreshments and Early Summer Sun.


    With smiles, grins and chuckles of Laughter.


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    Swifts dancing high in the air


    Clouds sailing past above them.


    I could lie on the grass and look up at them.


    But the notes and beat draw me into the dance.


    To the sways, steps


    Claps and chuckles of laughter.


    Not the end of the Party,


    But a brand-new phase.


    With no chill of twilight


    to take the joy away.


    Long may it continue.


    Yet not this be the last.


    But the start of Something.


    The Start of the Summer Dance.

 11 - Horizonward

    Song generates a warmth


    A warmth and yearning.


    Filled and drawn to,


    The light that comes


    from the Summer¡¯s Evening West.


    Across roofs, trees, lights and Towers


    To the horizon that is a blaze of colour.


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    Warm, welcoming.


    And making Me want to chase it.


    To the shore


    Across the estuary


    To another land that is bounded by a western sea.


    Oh to fly like an Eagle or a gull.


    To come and go


    To journey forth


    And to return


    Between the lands that are cut by the


    two estuaries.

 12 - Inspiration

    Sometimes a song comes,


    Sometimes the song takes


    you to a place.


    A place of warmth and Overcast skies.


    With a second of Sapphire skies and


    Turquoise seas.


    It and music make me dream:


    Of Characters, Kingdoms and


    Plots yet to be written;


    Of Lords who are bourne by the


    very Winds,


    Of Knights who dance across


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    It was to be about Four,


    But there may only be


    enough for Two;


    Yet those Two are more than


    enough,


    And the Three can be entrusted


    to others.


    Plus it was never only


    about them.


    Only I was so focused that I would


    never have seen the others:


    The Ten Constellations and


    Four Celestial Processes who


    went before and


    have a story of their own;


    Linked to turquoise seas,


    Floral fields,


    Sapphire Skies


    And gorgeous music.


    Inspiration.

 13 - Things

    Things Sing,


    Things Sparkle,


    Things Dance,


    Things Marvel


    Those who Sway,


    Yet dance through May,


    Was it their time to Play?


    Or where their hearts Fey?


    Who Knows One says


    Who cares says Another


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    ¡°Make that Two¡± comes Another


    ¡°I would make Three, but I will miss the Dance,¡± chimes the Third.


    ¡°Let us away,¡± Whispers a Fourth


    ¡°Leave the riddles and questions for another day.¡±


    ¡°For Things Sing


    Things Dance


    Things Sparkle


    And We will Marvel.¡±

 14 - Moments

    Celebrate One


    Celebrate All


    Celebrate the Clarion Cloud¡¯s Call.


    Sing for One


    Sing for None


    Sing only if you wish to,


    Sing if you wish to respond to


    the Song.


    Dance if you Wish.


    Dance for those who won¡¯t.


    Dance to notes with a resonant beat.


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    the blossom will blow away.


    Can joy be found in the moment,


    if we fear the music¡¯s end?


    Can we flow into the steps if we¡¯re thinking


    about what will the next tune be?


    Enjoy this song,


    And dance to the full.


    This is the one upon which a whole


    Courtship Calls.

 15 - Attempts at Tetractys

    Attempt One


    One


    Hit Two


    Who pushed Three


    Who fell into


    Four midday larks who were not in full song.


    Attempt Two


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    Clouds


    So high


    So aerial


    So distantly


    Sweet that I just want to fly up to them.


    Attempt 3 (I like it!)


    What


    Can I


    Say except


    That this spot of


    Trying something new is very pleasant.


    Attempt 4 at Tetractys or


    Attempt 1 at Double Tetractys?


    I


    Wasn¡¯t


    Sure about


    Having a go


    At an actual type or form of poem.


    But this intrepid foray into Poe.


    Is a pleasant


    Delightful


    Nightime


    Joy.

 16 - Attempts at Cinquain

    Attempt One


    Falcon


    Like an arrow


    From a sky-blue longbow


    An anchor-head that falls upon prey


    Fatal.


    Attempt Two


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    April


    Spring time Displays


    Onset of new-found warmth


    Joined by swift and unexpected showers


    Welcome.


    Attempt 3


    July


    Midsummer Dance


    After June''s deep thunder


    Month of long calm evening park walks


    Love it.


    Attempt 4


    August


    Summer¡¯s Curtain


    Dog Days and Festivals


    Last bank holiday until Crist


    Enjoy.


    Attempt 5


    Autumn


    Starts September


    Dances in Equinox


    Sometimes not the end of the warmth


    Harvest.

 17 - Attempts at Epigrams

    Attempt One


    I roll down everything except uphill.


    Attempt Two


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    This is not what I had in stock


    To read and think, then try and rock


    But what is one supposed to do


    When I am set challenges by a Pinnacle such as you.


    Attempt 3


    If this is funny; then why am I crying?


    Attempt 4


    I throw myself in everything except abstinence


    Attempt Five


    I need to stop


    I am not on the dot


    I¡¯m not trying these again


    Epigrams can go and talk to a hen.

 18 - Songs and Eth

    Songs


    A Thousand Songs of Wonder


    A Thousand Songs of Beauty,


    A Thousand Songs of Pain,


    A Thousand Songs of Joy


    Can I last a hundred songs.


    Never-mind a thousand,


    I know not.


    Yet I am still moved by


    one sweep of dancing, weaving


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    in a veil of clouds and sapphire blue.


    Songs.


    Eth


    Maketh Say.


    Maketh Not.


    Maketh all that was


    And was not.


    Doeth Yes.


    Doeth No.


    Doeth near or far


    Has to go.


    Musteth Is


    Musteth Isn¡¯t.


    Musteth never set


    Into the Blizzard.


    What does all this


    Have to do with Thine?


    I know not My Dearest,


    But it does have a Rhyme.

 19 - Hours

    What must one say,


    What must one do,


    ¡°Certainly not,¡± says One


    ¡°Then go and do,¡± replies Two.


    ¡°No Idea,¡± a Third says.


    ¡°I do what I wish,¡± adds a Fourth


    ¡°Who commands Me to move?¡± demands a Fifth.


    ¡°Would they dare to?¡± wonders a Sixth.


    ¡°Cease the counting,¡± warns a Seventh.


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    ¡°You¡¯re continuing it,¡± shouts a Ninth.


    ¡°Well I¡¯m ending it,¡± growls the Tenth.


    ¡°Not quite yet,¡± adds the Eleventh.


    ¡°Not whilst the Night has only just begun,¡± whispers the Twelfth.


    ¡°For I stride the skies as dread Thirteen,¡± speaks a Maiden with eyes of field stars.


    ¡°And till Fell Fourteen comes this Hour is my Song.¡±

 20 - Red

    Red


    I walk ¡ª no stand.


    In a field of Scarlet.


    Soft grey sedge tufts brushing against my fingers.


    Is it a field?


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    Scarlet, Burning.


    Carmine and Vermillion.


    Yet my eyes are drawn above the glowing sun.


    To the world of teal blues, rose and blue violets.


    To Sailing, Cruising and Weaving Clouds.


    A blend of colours at Day¡¯s End


    That Calm and yet Uplift the Heart:


    Red Landscape.

 21 - Crescent

    The wind whispers


    The birds are not still


    I lean out from the edge of the windowsill.


    Across waters free from the plough of any craft,


    To a horizon distant, wide,


    And not with lack.


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    For in this realm of warm saffron,


    Sky silver and celestial white,


    Shines a satellite that brings lake, firmament and clouds together.


    The third element to the pale haze,


    And the Clouds that rise above in this sweeping,


    Tranquil,


    Expanse:


    Crescent Moon.

 22 - Harvest

    I wish to run across the fields.


    To follow the wind on it¡¯s invisible flight.


    Save that the clouds mark it¡¯s path,


    Ships of the air,


    With sails that catch the light.


    Oh to be among them.


    Oh to be onboard.


    Looking down,


    No longer with,


    The cares of the world.


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    But then I see the figure on the right;


    Deep-cloaked and hooded against the horizon sky.


    Are they watching what catches my eye?


    Mighty, Solitary Queen of the Cloud Fleets


    And Sapphire Sky.


    Should I join them?


    Or should I not.


    To speak


    To listen


    To Gaze


    To Share


    The Glorious, Solitary,


    Yet mighty Wonder


    That is the Lady Harvest Moon.

 23 - Sun

    The sky is a canvas,


    A canvas is a sky.


    Into which rise golden stems


    and blue-tinged leaves


    Like pennants fluttering from golden lances.


    In the centre, grand and bright


    The solar satellite gleams.


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    Centre-point in a pale flag.


    Yet between satellite and I,


    Seeming to flutter like a trio of


    butterflies,


    Are three delicate creations of white, blue and


    a touch of pink.


    That could be perched on the


    Central Orb Orchid Sun.

 24 - Night

    I stare through a window,


    A grand sphere.


    Laced with luminous blue


    Adorned with ochre gold.


    Owls hoot,


    Little ones chitter


    The firmament so deep.


    So rich,


    So-adorned with golden stars.


    Golden stars,


    And much closer, yellow flowers


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    Yet none can touch the blue-stemmed lady who rises into the sky.


    Elegant, yet strong,


    Regal, yet graceful.


    A crowning feature,


    With a burst of mirthful energy.


    Lily of the Night.


    Bright Child of Gentle Flora


    And Radiant Luna.

 25 - North

    Four Banners, Four Standards


    Four Flowers, Four Weathers


    Four Kings, Four Countries


    Four Winds, Four Directions


    Upon their fields of shade and light.


    Flowers, or birds appear to fly across


    my sight.


    Four there were,


    But I can only remember One.


    The First they called it,


    And also the most beautiful.


    A combination of soft reds, glacial turquoise,


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    That could stir the heart before the


    main feature had caught the eye.


    Two fluttering orchids as pink as cherry blossom,


    Seeming to fly across a pale lilac moon.


    A crest, an emblem,


    A banner, A Standard,


    Four there were,


    And I wish that I could remember


    the others,


    But I would not have any one of them replace


    the Orchids of the North.

 26 - Trinity

    My head, My heart


    A whirl of thoughts


    But calm,


    Calm is the lake before me.


    My heart, My Chest


    Alive with feelings


    But deep,


    Deep are the hills beyond me.


    I try, I try


    To stop pacing,


    And stand,


    To take in,


    Take in the Clouds above me.


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    Yet it all comes to a gentle stop


    As I catch,


    Catch the gaze of the Three beside me.


    Three Swans.


    Three Diamonds.


    Three light-filled Lilies,


    With a grace that I have never seen.


    One couldn¡¯t do it.


    Two would clash against each other.


    But Three ¡ª Three has a Completeness


    That seems to stop,


    Still,


    Then set me free.


    Trinity.

 27 - Two Wheeled Thunder

    In the Fortnight that forms late May and early June,


    I hear a deep rumble akin to thunder.


    Late Afternoon and into the Evenings;


    One, Two, even Three in the morning.


    Sometimes at Four or Five if they are on


    their way back.


    Coming from the Motorway in the East;


    Along the Boulevard that takes them to the


    City Centre;


    To the Ferry that will bear them to the Isle far


    to the North and West:


    In Twos, Fours:


    Five, Six and Twenty Twos.


    A flock,


    A river


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    Or a Convoy.


    Whose music is the deep rumble of their


    two-wheeled chargers.


    And war-cry their craft as they burst into life.


    Swifter, Steadier


    Purposeful and Electric.


    With a thunder made, not from


    Sleek cars or Sausage-lorries.


    But gleaming craft bourne on


    Two wheels.


    That make me sometimes wish that


    I was not watching them sweep by as if


    on Pilgrimage or Migration,


    But with them on their journey


    to the Ferry that will bear them


    to the Isle that lies North and West.


    Two-wheeled Thunder:


    To and From the Racing Isle.

 28 - Chimefields

    I open the curtains and look


    towards the morn.


    A world of dove grey clouds;


    Warm sunrise:


    Plus melodious bird song.


    What thoughts assailed me yestereve,


    Have been driven separate ways by the


    onset of a new morning.


    Bright, clear,


    True and healthy


    Great with promise,


    Full of opportunity


    With the birdsong comes a


    Chorus of colour


    Rose Pink, Lavender.


    Teal blue and cream yellow


    Caught by the sun rays.


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    The last days of Spring,


    Or the first dawn of Summer,


    Walking through a meadow of crystals,


    Accompanied by dancing butterflies.


    Robes lit by the Sun.


    Gaze sparkling like the dawn.


    To which the chimes of the morn chorus,


    Are joined by the rhymatic notes from a Quartet of


    Tower Songstresses.


    One for each Season.


    One for each of the Floral districts


    That make up the realm to which I have only


    begun to add words about:


    Chimefields.

 29 - Book

    A book I once had,


    But had to let go.


    Of the Canopied Pillars that seem


    to connect Earth and Sky.


    The pages I remember;


    Clear as day;


    Of trees that graced the Place of Isles:


    House of Quercus:


    Sessile and Pedunculate;


    Have seen the latter in Parks;


    Whilst the Former on my way to the


    Two Cities on the Forth and Clyde.


    Below them on the same page;


    The tall and stately Beech.


    Silver-barked and Vibrant-leaved;


    So often seen in the district where I studied,


    Worked and Passed the edge of on my


    daily commute.


    Below it and making their own pair


    like the Quercus;


    The two members of the reduced House of Ulmus.


    Procera or minor var vulgaris,


    The Cumulonimbus Elm I have


    never seen:


    Glabra the Grand-leaved,


    The Wych Elm that led me onto


    the others.


    At the top of the next page,


    making a diagonal:


    Two members of the House of Tila or the Limes:


    Small or Large-leaved I have not crossed paths with


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    But their sky-reaching hybrid


    I set eyes upon daily.


    Tall, dark with arching branches:


    It¡¯s winter buds like crimson or scarlet gloves.


    To the right of one, a tree


    called a Hornbeam.


    Another that I may have come across unwittingly.


    But one that I would like see.


    Dancing across the page bottom


    The two Birches and the Alder;


    Silver, graceful like a dropping fountain.


    Downy; must keep an eye out for one.


    An Alder used to grow over the wall from


    the front garden.


    Development Claimed it, the Buckthorns and


    the Field Maples;


    But I have never forgotten it¡¯s dark green shape.


    Last, but not least, the one named Aspen:


    Could very well have also been over the wall;


    But three other members of the Poplar family I


    often come across:


    Grand Grey; like a giant birch or aspen.


    Powerful Railway with it¡¯s mighty trunk and


    soaring branches


    Plus, the poplars arranged in lines like marching


    Christmas trees.


    Tall, shapely, Lombardies,


    With their own air of peace.


    Trees.