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Solar Energy

SOLAR ENERGY

Iced winter cuts the frosted day from his block

And inks the trees against the crow- quavered sky.

Beside the river, fog mists the snapshot fields -

The swirling ghosts of slaughtered sheep.

Night draws back her tent to aqueous cream;

The nose-numb walker squints at pink- ribboned dawn,

Knees grate on hoof- hard furrowed track.

A lemon disc rises glassy cold.

Silence.

Below the boulder toad and slug inanimate wait,

Rabbits snug in their warmy warrens,

A battalion of pale-bladed snow-drops

Pierce the soil and rigor-mortis leaves.

The contracted walker trudges into town,

Past duvet doors and cushioned curtains,

Season- shut cafes with icicle-tipped gutters,

Diamond signs and thin clung menus.

The shuttered season groans.

On crystalled pavement the walker stumbles,

Skids past pedestrian crossing,

Frozen fingers fuse to penguin post,

Push the button, a red light glows.

And gushes hot chocolate onto the road!

Cars bob by like marshmallow toppers,

Ferns spring from grids, bagels from lamp-posts,

Flocks of goldfinch perch on donut door bells,

Roses petal the street signs.

And at the cheese-sliced bus stop the walker rests,

With garnered sledge of steamy scones.

Sheep flock through by  knee-high pasture

With bleats and baas to graze the day.

Solar Energy!

nature. winter

◄ MOTHERHOOD

Fed and Mavis On Their Travels ►

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Val Cook

Mon 14th Feb 2011 10:59

Brilliant Jane,skilfully put together. X

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Isobel

Sun 13th Feb 2011 00:26

Lots of rich imagery in here Jane and some lovely ideas. I don't as a rule enjoy nature poems, preferring things that engage more of an emotional response. However I can see that a lot of effort and craft has gone into this. I enjoyed reading it. xx

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Cate Greenlees

Fri 11th Feb 2011 13:09

Some wonderful rich imagery here Jane.... like Cynthia I had to revisit it to get the full effect of the content.
Cate xx

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 11th Feb 2011 11:33

Jane, I read this yesterday and needed to come back today. I have enjoyed your vision, much imagery and many specific lines. But, for me, I began to feel 'adjective fatigue', especially those that seemed contrived and much hyphenated. Always with respect for your talent. It's great to have you blogging again.

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Ray Miller

Fri 11th Feb 2011 08:15

Some nice lines in this
A lemon disc rises glassy cold.

The shuttered season groans.

I'd have to say that I found the wintry depictions more convincing and enjoyable than the last couple of verses.

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