Old crone blackthorn
has veiled her spikes
in living lace,
crowned herself
with virgin blossom,
and black cat winter
has sheathed her claws.
Gorse is a yellow cry
on the hillside,
primrose
is a whisper
and there’s a bird singing
in every tree.
De is hosting at dVerse tonight – spiking poems, not drinks! We’re quadrilling – 44 words, including the word “spike” tonight.
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A lovely description of winter turning into spring!
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Thank you!
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These lines, alone, are a poem. Just gorgeous. Add the rest, and you’ve got something very special, Sarah. Your descriptors here, the anthropomorphic images. Just wonderful.
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I so much love this description of spring that I’m sure will come… (not yet here though)… the way you describe the spikes of the blackthorn made me just sigh remember how they look when they are blooming.
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They are out here, Bjorn – white clouds in the hedgerow.
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You had me at /black cat winter has sheathed her claws/. My epic Western poetic saga is entitled BLACKTHORNE; I love the name.
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I’m having a fine education today. First I learned of the shrike, now I learn of the blackthorn. Who knew it had to do with a sloe gin fizz! I enjoyed your poem.
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Sloe gin – yum yum. Maybe I should have put in an explanation.
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A stunning personification, Sarah, and I love the lines:
‘Gorse is a yellow cry
on the hillside,
primrose
is a whisper’.
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I love all the descriptives here Sarah.
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This is so vivid and evocative, and the colorful closing is captivating Sarah!
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Goodness I can’t wait to see the full splendor of spring. Love the sounds of birds singing in every tree.
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I loved the same lines as Kim. Beautiful descriptors. This is a truly gorgeous piem Sarah.
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I love the idea of winter as a cat temporarily putting away its claws!
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Lovely words used in this poem. Great quadrille.
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This is utterly gorgeous, Sarah! ❤️
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Love all the language and imagery they evoke in the descriptions of the flowers and plants!
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“has veiled her spikes” – creative use of the prompt. Lovely poem.
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so lovely I can see it 🙂
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Oh, so lovely! From the harsh to the delicate. Primrose is a whisper! Well done!
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I like the way your thoughts follow, the blackthorn to the cat’s claws, yellow gorse to primrose. Very visual.
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I like the description of the blackthorn’s “living lace”.
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A “black cat winter” – clever clever!
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So glad for spring and those singing birds in every tree.
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This is such a beautiful poem/description of spring–old crone blackthorne and the cat claws and whispers at the end–just wonderful!
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Reblogged this on Everyday Strange and commented:
A poem by Sarah at Fmme writes poems, celebrating the beginning of spring. I love the idea of winter as cat temporarily retracting its claws,
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