On the boat yard, hard standingA Poem by Chris ShawInspired by Neville Pettitt's Exploding Flowers, (writing poetry, instead of cleaning the inside of our boat.)
Through cabin glass gleaming,
sun's rays stream shafts of brilliance on pale winter skin, shyly exposed. My eyes wander to woodland, naked, silver limbed birch trees, stretch their necks towards blue sky. I have read of flowers exploding, a poet friend's travels in Bulgaria where sun yellow heads burst open. How well that image has traversed, before me the bareness of branches now transposed, adorned with blooms. In my mind I can paint many pictures, with my words can compose many poems, I do not have to live it to see it. On the banks of the Thames In Berkshire, birch trees explode with Bulgarian flowers. Hobova I say and mean it.
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Added on March 31, 2019Last Updated on March 31, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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