“In June’s Time, Lost.” A Poem & Poem in Film

Walking through the woodland with my two companion  hounds, I was amazed how tall the grass had suddenly become. – Which came to me in the lines “lost in grass” / “lost in June” and that’s how this poem began…. the rest of that walk completed this poem

– Enjoy

 

 

In June’s Time, Lost.

In June’s Time Lost,

– Earth on her Summer wave, flung

In the years green-tonic slung,

On the fresh canvas among

Mothers patchwork cover wrung

In the companions ‘scape, among

Dragon-flies and butterflies and pen-friends young.

Amidst untamed hay flung,

Where the sun-strikes and feet un-slung

The restored chaos and nettles left, un-stung.

The floodlight days hung,

In wild warm days sung.

– The tree-house upon earth, flung

In the emerald surf clung

– In June’s Time Lost.

~ K.S Blackmore

 

 

Why not go get lost in nature`s time……?

Please comment below

#junelost

 

Made with the help of many a cups of tea & too many chocolate bars

Thank you for reading & watching

(Ssshhh ~ Next poem stirring under the title “Rose petal perfume and Wembley goals”………)

“That Little Esprit.” A Poem & Poem on Film

When May is nearing the end and you realise you have not heard Mr Cuckoo……

 

 

That Little Esprit.

I take a saunter in this moon of May
Open wide ears, for two notes conducted,
Composes my Summer….. but thus far, dismay!
I foot-slogged….. to bleakness! The cuckoo abducted!
What of a kingdom, silenced of the king?
To perceive my Summer days adhere.
A glum, glum land, ourselves we wring.
But blue not I, for tomorrow, next week too, me and my ear
Will come back still. For that little esprit
Will not steer clear of me!
~ K.S Blackmore

 

 

A question for you

Q – Does hearing the Cuckoo start your Summer…..?

A – Comment below #thecuckoo

When i do hear him, it marks the start of my Summer

 

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“A Spring Song.” – Poem + Film By K.S Blackmore

Spring is but a song drifting among the warm fresh air of April and May…..

The line “daffodils crumple” came to me whilst filling the bird baths, and that’s how this poem started …….. enjoy


A Spring Song.

So Spring signs of Winters cassette,
As green shoots sweat, in dry land set
From pastures ate, to Septembers fruit set.
To bumble bees and skies signal,
As feathers warble, among trees un-staple,
In woodland marvel beneath a purple babble.
From chimneys pots asleep turns jackdaws keep,
Where young hearts peep, and leap
From last years shabby chic or new builds tweak!

Seas of sunshine reek and strands of golden streak.
To familiar wings in twirl and curl,
As down on earth, bracken uncurl,
From primroses fold to wild-roses un-fold
Buttercups in meadows and grass stirring gold.
Tulips do peep and blossom does weep.
Springs reap rolls over a leafy sweep,
With bright days leak, unearths a rosy cheek!
As wings of wisdom come peak and sneak,
To a orange tip un-crumple
And a hundred thousand daffodils crumple……..


Q ~ My Song of Spring is ….. ?

A – Comment below Link above

#springsong

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(From a whisper next poem – working title “Who`s There?”…..)

“March.” ~ Poem + Poem in Film By K.S Blackmore

When winter starts to tail of and March with a feeling of Spring like peeps in the window befriending us all….. inspired this poem…..
Spring is in the air – yay

March.

Is Winter dispersed till the calendar ends?
Through windows unlatched Spring befriends.
The bore of snowdrops and trees penned,
In sepia last season now rended.
The chain released and the lock descends,
The alarm trends and starlight ascends
With the slumber party ending
Turns day light dreaming
Ears re-tune and life`s re-tuning
On washing lines spilling.
Crumbs thrown, the cake tin refilling
Romance recites in gardens singing.
The black and white still turn lullaby
In a patch work of pastels untie,
Crocus and daffodils and cherry blossom high,
Brimstone butterfly and the wild roses untie
With a warming embrace March befriends.

~ Q – What of March befriends you…..?
(comment below)

#marchbefriends

– For me the sight of a daffodil, alone or in a clump

“Ode To Milk Flower*.” {*Snow Drop} ~ Poem + Poem in Film By K.S Blackmore

January’s first sight of a milk flower inspired this poem….
Before the last Snow Drop melts……

Ode To Milk Flower.

In this grave of Jan a welcome sight,
Site of sorrow yields bright
Hold faith for the year show-light
Starlight gazing in this dead-light,
Delicate beads spilling white
The years first tender bite
Drawn up through earth tight
Angels drawn in earths night
Flirting in Winters unloving bite…..
Milk Flower emerges in sight!


~ K.S Blackmore

Q ~ What does the sight of snowdrops bring to you….?

#milkflower

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