It’s Mayday 2020.
We’re caught in lockdown and the world is discombobulated past most of our wildest imaginings.
Nature doesn’t care although – the bluebells have bloomed as regular, even up right here in Northumberland, and I’m reminded of a poem I wrote again in 2016, within the tranquility of a Cotswold woodland close to my mother and father’ house.
Over the years I’ve entered many poetry competitions (to no avail!) and have by no means printed a self-written poem on the weblog earlier than. I determine there’s not a lot to lose in the meanwhile so, for those who’re lacking the woods or the bluebells, or your soul or quiet time in nature, this will likely or is probably not for you! Here goes nothing…
Here amongst the bluebells
Here amongst the Bluebells…
…the world appears nonetheless. Stopped.
And atop this wild cathedra,
I really feel stopped, at pause.
Elated, heat, comfy.
The birds sing out a torrent,
Through this historical vault of timber,
Sunlight pours contentment,
Cloaked in refrain on the breeze.
Nature spreads her joyful play,
Ahead and throughout,
Instilling true and whole peace,
Through silence cloaked in sound.
A type of unity with air,
The world so thus enclosed,
Abundant nothingness, deep-filled,
With quiet life distilled.
They nod consent, (the Bluebells!),
To this idle pleasure; to like.
They shine in quiet piety,
Truth chiming in every bud.
Each silent ring,
(Or no matter different spell they deem to conjure),
Reveals, re-fuels, ignites the soul,
Restores the religion deep underneath.
With still-stopped heat in nature’s pause,
Elation wriggles free.
Delicate, stealthy, forceful,
Joy-filled dancing, buoyant peace.
A craving soul, a lovelorn coronary heart,
Finds solace and launch.
Am I having fun with myself? I’m.
In pleasure in myself, inside myself….
…..amongst the bells of blue?
Wild needs to you all for a merry Mayday! May your bluebells be many, your soul-song ring wildly and your lockdown fly swiftly.
Northumberland readers, the NSPCC bluebell stroll at Ratcheugh Crag (twenty fourth May this yr) could also be occurring nearly, so keep watch over their Facebook web page. Read about our Mum and Daughter day on the bluebell stroll a few years in the past, full with chocolate cake and physique boarding on the seashore!
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For extra wild-inspired poems try the Poetry part, and in case your youngsters get pleasure from nature poetry, do this inspiring child’s anthology; I Am The Seed That Grew The Tree, with a nature poem for day-after-day of the yr, and try extra youngsters’s books within the opinions part.
There’s a lot of out of doors journey inspiration all through the web site (for after lockdown), from coasteering to citizen science, picnics to puffins. See you on the skin!