The African Bush

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Day breaks early
Softly in the veld
Another night survived
For those who did.

Day feeders open the eye
Night feeders head to ground
A hand over of sorts

Soaking natures silence
Wrapped in sunlight clear
Voices dapple through the trees

Leaves burnt orange and falling
Weave mulch carpets
Where prints may leave a track

Days spent in sentient splendour
Far from city noise
Allow absorption of air so still

Soul nurtured through the scene
Until night feeders break their cover
And bed becomes my ground

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

The Seas Pull

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For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2016 – Day 25 (to prompt – see below)

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I must go down to the sea again,
It pulls my heart each day;
The swish of water around my feet,
The sand, the sun, the spray.

I used to watch the sailing ships,
Sketch the seashore line;
Sails spread wide on tall, straight masts,
Wakes spread out behind.

Then, close to shore, the reel of rods,
Men trying to catch their lunch;
With the surfers and the swimmers,
Always ready to take their plunge.

On warm bright days, the air so clean,
Deep breaths and strolls a pleasure;
On blustery days when the waves pound in,
Nature taking measure.

I must go down to the sea again,
To watch the dolphins play,
Yet doubt they’ll see me very soon,
I live too far away!

© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

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Prompt: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it……The idea is for the original to furnish a sort of backdrop for your work, but without influencing you so much that you feel stuck just rewriting the original!…..any poem will do to provide your starter line – just so long as it gives you the scope to explore. Happy writing!”

 

Okay, so my starter line is actually only half the first line from Sea Fever by John Masefield and not the full line – plus I have taken the more commonly anthologised version from ‘The Collected Poems of John Masefield (using the singular ‘sea’ rather than the original
‘seas’) but I hope you’ll come with me and enjoy this anyway! 🙂

 

English Haiku – #14

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2016 – Day 22 (to prompt – see below)

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planted in raw sun
through ravages of turns
now resplendent power

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

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The Prompt: “to write a poem in honor of Earth Day. This could be about your own backyard, a national park, or anything from a maple tree to a humpback whale. Happy writing!”

April Showers – NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day 2 (not to prompt)

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April springs through salty showers,
Dams March’s drought, destroys the flowers,
Cold seeps through in every vein,
Chaucer speaks in opposites again,
Let flow go, beware of speed,
As veggies die and go to seed,
Wonder not this time of year,
For seasons change with nary a tear,
Grateful for the chance we get,
To spin the wheel with no regret,
Keeping to the straight and narrow,
Accepting freeze through bone and marrow,
Happy to be here at all,
Shoulders back, standing tall,
Distance not a space to go,
As life goes by, now fast, now slow.

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Autumn’s Relief

Autumn's Relief - March 14 2016

There is a chill in the air today,
Drooping the heat that melted to the core,
Giving breath to bounty wilted by sun’s rays,
Offering hope of one crop before winter sets.

All thrive on this change, the cooler air,
The cloud banked sky of white, grey, soaking black,
Offering the promise of life to scorched land,
Carrying tears of bliss before the cold invades.

Lithesome trees will soon shed drop by drop,
Dancing now on nature’s withering stage,
Swaying, swirling, voluptuously stripping,
With season’s change plummeting nature’s ancient path.

Seasons Four

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Summer rains came down to see me
Light as heat can dry
Winter storms flew far to whelm me
Dark and cold and miry

Spring returned with sun to soothe me
High yet hot for healing
Autumn fell, its moon awoke me
Low and cool and aching

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

Crystal Life

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Splendiferous onyx sits before me,
Dark and cold as obsidian night.
Haematite lays the ground around me,
Agate shows the path of light.

Amethyst warms a purple haze,
Takes to malachite, striated green,
Burns the orange of citrine ways
Whilst quartz sits sharp on a quiet keen.

Music, healing, energy change,
Subtle changes in the air,
Calcite, chalcedony, celestite range,
Light and moonlight everywhere.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Olive Tree

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Olive tree come stand by me
So I may share your peace,
Lean against your trunk,
Hide beneath your shade,
And can I take a piece of you
To keep for memories?
Maybe a leaf, or two, a twig,
Perhaps a branch?
To guide me in your wisdom and your power,
And stay with me forever and a day?

Your top leaf green tells me my life is good,
The silver underside that I am rich,
For all you have to offer
Is more beyond compare
Than any mortal pleasure
That I may find down here.

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The olive branch was often a symbol of abundance and peace.
The leafy branches of the olive tree were ritually offered to deities and
powerful figures as emblems of benediction and purification, and they
were used to crown the victors of friendly games and bloody wars.
Today, olive oil is still used in many religious ceremonies. Over the years,
the olive has been the symbol of peace, wisdom, fertility, power and purity.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

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