Rough Sketched & True

Rough Sketched & True

 

As compelling

To an artist’s eye

As moist dry stone

Walls in autumn

Lichen crowned

Green tinged and

Majestic browns

The colour of near

Day old leverets

Yet nowhere near

As wise

Resting rock still

Pon flayed barley

 

While in the very

Distant distance

Those same artist 

Eyes fix upon   

A flock of startled

Yellowhammer

As they did rise from

Berried hedgerows

Boughed into the sky

As pollen might

From rough scythed

Piss the beds

Indeed a sightly sight

And true

A fledgling morn

The artist

Does indeed delight

And sets his easel down

Rough sketch complete

 

Author's Note

Yellow Hammer = a species of bird, a pretty one and increasingly uncommon here...

Piss the beds = an old English term for dandelions due to their diuretic properties/effect if or when ingested...

Leveret = a young hare

Reviews

[AJNJ]

Read this poem more than once to take in all that beauty everywhere. You open up and lift the reader’s imagination to what your eyes beheld in the sky and around with exquisite words (noted leverets & hedgerows) and imagery. The rough sketch itself is just great.

[Neville]

Hey my friend, your kind and encouraging comments near took my breath away... mighty big thank you's on the way.. and the cheque is in the post sir :)

[AJNJ]

Heheheh! Many thanks! Now I know where my next paycheque is coming from ;)
You're most welcome sir. Its a pleasure reading you.

[Neville]

then I thank you again..

[emmajoy]

' The artist ~ Does indeed delight ~ And sets his easel down ~ Rough sketch complete.'

In spite of all the goings-on this time of year, everything you mention meanders into how it is and should be if we open our eyes to what's around us in the Autumn. Of the entire year it gives enough colour to feed every sense that ever was, will be.. Add the meter of your words as lyrics and there's music too. Beautiful writing

[Neville]

What a very kind and encouraging visit..Thank you emmajoy. Always appreciated... Neville

[lightsong]

are You happy Autumn is here or not? for me I could dance of happiness :) as for Your artist I believe he is trying to paint his way to happiness through soften Autumn, this one is very expressional Neville, a very nice one, something new from You.

[Neville]

thank you my dear friend, yes these words were written yesterday.......... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

Creative in more mediums than one. Both the poet and the artist. They often go hand in hand. You bring to your readers the English countryside in autumn. Stone walls I find fascinating, by both their craftsmanship and the thoughts they generate. I want to know who built them. I want to know about their lives. Leverets and yellow hammers, a feast of nature. You need to have excellent observational skills to write poetry or sketch and paint. Are you dabbling again or is this a memory? My first read of the morning. You never disappoint Neville.

Chris

[Neville]

and you, as always are far too kind... yes I scribbled these words whilst out a walking yesterday.. but I'm still dredging..... Neville

[Chris Shaw]

I have dredged all week, not one new write but I have found many I had completely forgotten about.

[Neville]

aint that just the way.....

[Chris Shaw]

This was well worth another read. You do excel at this type of poem. Lucky you having all that nature on your doorstep. I said it all before, a year ago.

[Neville]

thanking you kindly from here to there Chris... and yes, I know.. I am truly very lucky... :)