Lavender, plum, where the apples yet sweet,
and the rumble of cares long lost to the ears,
the earth, and all that was in the merry and the piebald
frost-bitten stripes of corn to the morning dew,
thrice and yet warmed to the sun’s shiveringly
quiveringly lovely gold dapple drunken harmony
and there, where the stores of flowers
like the rugged memories,
the guttering of trees,
coppices, and natures’ bound to green, to grow
unselfish, to hew, we hew,
we know no better.
© Eve Redwater 2012
This poor chap was hanging on to this lavender as the wind blew – bless! © Eve Redwater 2012
Oh, how wondrous: ‘shiveringly / quiveringly lovely’ – great write
What you do with words…. :)
So beautifully rich, Eve! I love your word choices, you’ve used some of my favorites here. Lovely.
So enchanting, Eve, I just love your version of the English language…quiveringly lovely gold dapple drunken harmony~ :)
Just wonderful Eve! Love the word play as always; the see and saw of alliteration moving like a branch in wind, and my muse trying to land upon it. Can you imagine how fun it would be to watch a bird trying to land on a swinging branch. I have this kind of enlightened fun reading your work. The meter flying, the swaying alliteration, the joyous word play. Simply Lovely!!
GAH! Is your mind a thesaurus?! So wonderful! :)
A nugget of loveliness. Thank you.
Hi! Lovely, for me this is almost like trip down memory lane, to the England of my childhood, where Vaughan Williams played everywhere in the background in lanes stuffed full of good things, beautiful, yet always with a tiny hint of menace haunting between the lines, somewhere. Lovely imagery – for someone so young, you seem to have an ‘old soul’ (no offence! :)). Perhaps we’re all old souls, if only we knew…
Beautifully done (both), Eve!
What a lovely view of the garden and the life that’s found in it…but it’s the little things that need to be noticed, and you do that so well! Lovely! Debra
Hi Debra, I saved you from the depth of spam!
Thank you for your thoughts! I wrote this one quite quickly, the words seemed to fit so I left them as is. :)
Wonderful to read aloud – and I love the photo!!
I second that.
Thank you! :)
Thank you Betty!
Your imagery always packs such a punch. Sumptuous!
Great pictures and poem. I agree with Louise, your imagery is fantastic. Particularly, I like “rugged memories” …
Hi Eve,
I love your word play. Followed Betty’s suggestion to read it aloud. :-)
The photo’s impressive too. Is that a bee?
Hello Rosie! Thank you for reading it out. :)
I think it’s a hoverfly… I think!
As always, the use of language is sublime.
As is the little hoverfly. Keep hanging on little fella, keep hanging on.
This took me to a beautiful place, Eve! Especially love:
‘quiveringly lovely gold dapple drunken harmony’
I tasted every word. :) And isn’t the word “dapple” wonderful?
Yes! One of my favourite words. :)
This is gorgeous, Eve! Love “shiveringly quiveringly lovely” ~ delicious words :)
And I follow my dear Louise with praise for your eye and ear for the beauty in Nature and words, S. Love, “natures’ bound to green, to grow unselfish, to hew, we hew, we know no better.” Brings sighs to my lips. :) xo ~ j
Thank you ever so much for your kind words Joe! :D xx
so lovely! I do enjoy the way you guide me on a journey to sense and feel, deeper than the scene itself. Into everything that holds it together. this makes me exquisitely happy to read, dear one.
You make the natural world sound even more beautiful than it already is :)
Thank you so very much!
Beautiful!
Thank you, Mohana!