Lark song

Far from the high ridge the lark song

called out to love, hopeful and hopeless

reaching out to heal the lovers’ rift,

but the day broke over their stooping heads

and the saddened winter sun shone

its weary rays onto their hardened hearts.


◄ Ghosts of the past

A chariot bringing good news ►


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Jon Stainsby

Mon 17th Dec 2018 10:38

Martin, Ray, David and Big Sal, thank you very much for your comments. Always much appreciated.

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Martin Elder

Sun 16th Dec 2018 23:00

beautiful poem Jon. Thanks for posting

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Sun 16th Dec 2018 14:34

Beautifully poignant and well crafted Jon. Hopeful and hopeless is a winning phrase.


Big Sal

Sun 16th Dec 2018 12:17

I quite like how you framed the day as an object to be broken. That line tethered the beginning to the ending.

Nicely done, Jon.?

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Jon Stainsby

Sat 15th Dec 2018 20:19

Thank you, Po.

I am very glad it brought back happy memories for you.

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Paul Sayer

Sat 15th Dec 2018 19:37

I would spend hours walking with my father over what we called 'the Lark Ground' on Mousehold Heath near where we lived.

We would watch and listen to their wonderful song, as they swop down to land...

"They never land near where they live" I remember him saying.

"They never give their home location away... they walk unseen in the grass to keep predators away, that's you and me Son"

That's like what we do Dad I said.

Your beautiful poem has rekindled those days and happy memories of yesteryear

Thank you Jon


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Jon Stainsby

Sat 15th Dec 2018 18:45

Thank you, Taylor. You are always so kind.


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Taylor Crowshaw

Sat 15th Dec 2018 18:28

A poignant poem Jon. As always with your poetry it has a beauty within its imagery..?

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