November

November afternoon

November

07 August 2018

14:16

Afternoon Driving home from hospital high on the hill

Grass still frosted in sheltered spot

Irish Sea and Solway Firth

Shimmering silver blue

Reflecting the clear autumn sky

 

Distant Dumfries and Galway hills

Dark blue grey fading in the distant horizon

Twenty - Thirty miles away  to a misty shadow

Over head three squadrons of geese

In Vee formations

Changing leaders the front one slides back to find a  gap further back

Like racing cyclists in the peleton

Ravenglass; Duddon Bay; Deeside?

Always going south

Eventually reaching Africa

For winter sun

 

Further on the Lake District Fells

Sprinkled with icing dust

Grasmor like a huge

Christmas pud

Will the icing cover taste of  Rum?

Doubt

Skiddaw

Cloud leaving a pristine white cover

 

Sky of light blue with distant

Faint cloud

Wind from the north

Gentle but cold

Home soon to a warm house and drink

 

Wild Rose 2018

Reviews

[Hasan669]

This is a heartwarming poem. I fully agree with the sentiment in this poem, 'there's no place like home'. What really catches the imagination in this poem are the references to different locations in Ireland but also a reference to Africa. That simile about likening Grasmor to a Christmas pud was especially interesting. The poetry moves along smoothly and somewhat quickly without the use of rhyming.

[Wild Rose]

Not Ireland The West coast of mainland UK - The Irish Sea separates us from Ireland
We are in The Lake District National Park
I am no good at rhyming > I just make a plan in my mind and write as it comes into my mindas the writing proceeds

Just realised I missed out a flight of geese
Going to edit now

[Hasan669]

Thanks for correcting me. I still like the way the poem flows along.

[Wild Rose]

Confusing The sea for us is the Irish sea - think in Ireland it is the English sea

Like what we call the North Sea On Holland it is called the English Sea

[Papaya]

The drive home from a hospital. And you take in the scenery in a different way. Attentive to but numb to the details. And your destination, home, is where you will find the comfort and warmth you need. Great write.

[Wild Rose]

A journey taken a countless number of times from work every time there is something different -Luckily here the traffic is mostly light no pressure to drive fast
As to more detail more would detract from the images I wished to convey

[Verse]

I think what I love most about this poem, apart from the breathtaking beauty of the landscape being described and the very careful attention to detail in the description, is the human development. The narration goes from hospital to widescreen panorama shot, to an upward look at the workings of geese, to comfort and home. Whimsical just because, or escapist in reaction to news from the hospital? We may never know. :):)

Either way, a description with bones worthy of Wordsworth in my book.

V

[Wild Rose]

Thank you Verse
News from the hospital > A CT scan for our son The specialist will give him the report in a few days time - next week
From hospital to widescreen _ Well it is just that; once you turn out of the hospital grounds, down the hill there is a wide panorama across the sea to Dumfries and Galway thirty miles away across the Solway Firth and out to sea

[Verse]

Oh... well, wishing you all the best for your son, my friend. Nothing but the best!!!

And as for the widescreen - I noticed in one of your responses you said you wished you could take a picture. I believe you have done just that with your words.

V

[Locke Redwyne (night sy..]

I like it, it's pretty and does a good job of describing.

[Wild Rose]

Thank you Dragon (sure you are not really a dragon)
My aim is to paint a picture for you
read moreThank you Dragon (sure you are not really a dragon)
My aim is to paint a picture for you
Sometimes there is so much to see - where do you stop

[wordman]

sounds like winter coming on

[Wild Rose]

Thanks Wordman
Yes the geese tell us better than the TV weather men > bad weather to come . then they will return on the way home

[wordman]

yeap,just watch the nature of things and it will tell you what you need to know,,you`re welcome

[LazerRays]

youve described all what november means to you. nice! i like how its not one of those traditional november poems about the fall of leaves and stuff. this is wonderfully different and fun to read. its a new approach to november that i quite enjoyed. nice work here!

[Wild Rose]

Thank you > I did blowing and falling leaves earlier - I my own way
This was a journey home from taking son to hospital prior to a operation on his knee
The area we live in is Lakes: Sea and Mountains
The Geese pass in autumn and spring - we are on a migration route (birds only) Going south it will get colder - North for warmer weather

[LazerRays]

oh that sounds nice :)

[Wild Rose]

I will send a read request to them

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand this poem. November does promise colder day and a surprise snow day. I enjoyed your description. Here in Michigan, rainy and cold. Thank you Wild Rose for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Wild Rose]

Thank you Coyote
Yes people from hot counties do not understand frost and snow

We live on the coast
Geese flying south means colder weather on the way Flying north back home for summer means warmer weather on the way
We are on the flight path The places mentioned are the feeding grounds

[Coyote Poetry]

You are lucky and you are welcome Wild Rose.

[Wild Rose]

I/we worked for it
Brought up in an industrial area > not a city a conglomeration of cities and towns
Got supper qualified (for a lad from the cobbles ) and a job in an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty (AONB) A World Heritage Area
Mountains and Lakes
Bordered by Mountains to the sea to the west