DUCK HOLE BOG

Duck Hole Bog is an area of water and reed beds in the New Forest. It stands in the shadow of heather clad hills, when wet small streams run down the hillside cutting out gullies and scouring pebbles.

 

Thunder headed brooding knoll

heathered black and heavy green,

ravined by water's cutting edge

flushing silver silted streams.

 

Pebble bright mosaic gullies

delta into waiting hollows,

water, smoothing grey silk slime.

flooding meadows, forming pools.

 

Bog grass floats a yellow raft,

birches filter curlews creel,

fallow slots, precision printed,

sharp. divided, water filled.

 

Shadows glide on silver sand,

nomadic cultures pause and greet,

a secret place, a fragile land,

where voices hush,

                        and dreamers meet

◄ GLORIOUS ANARCHY

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Dorothy Webb

Sat 9th Mar 2019 20:02

Kate
Thank you for your encouraging comment and for reading my poem.

Anya
This poem took shape while we were walking the dogs - the light was perfect and revealed the knoll in part deep shadow.
Your comment descibed our day.

Don
Thank you, I greatly value your comments.
enough said

Frances
This is praise of the sort that I could never have dreamed of,
Thank you for it.

Jason
Thank you so much for your wonderful comments.
There was a lot of water about, clear fast flowing instant streams and bright sunshine.

Dorothy

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Jason Bayliss

Sat 9th Mar 2019 09:18

This is so well written and measured. I get the impression from the way it flows, that you were trying to, "Write the water."

This is why I love rhythmic, rhyming verse so much, because not only is it beautifully descriptive, but it's also so satisfying to read out loud.

For me Dorothy, this is one of your best. Enchanting!

J. x

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Sat 9th Mar 2019 07:31

This is one of the most beautiful poems I have read on here!
Every line, every stanza - every word, so intricately crafted and carefully considered.
Love it.

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Don Matthews

Sat 9th Mar 2019 07:03

Ah Dorothy, this is so good.

Lilting rhythm which doesn't miss a beat, tying together middle non-rhyming stanzas with first and last rhyming ones.

And words that curl around the tongue before spilling out ......

Enough said 😎

Anya

Sat 9th Mar 2019 06:10

Magical... 😘

Kate G

Sat 9th Mar 2019 05:57

You had me at....

Thunder headed brooding knoll...

One of those lines I wish I'd written. Another gem Dorothy

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