Stinchcombe Show Poetry Prize Entry
Memories of Stinchcombe Wildlife The low first light of the day yielding shadows With no depth, small sounds of life merge into The consciousness of dawn; the rustle of leaves As blackbirds search for a first meal, a clatter As wood pigeons lurch clumsily into the air, the Distant call of a cuckoo breaks into stillness, Which descends once more as the mist rolls Over the hill. The dew lies heavy today, rich droplets on fauna Bring their fragrance drifting into the air, wild garlic Was rampant here recently, bluebells soared Into life but are now a memory past and a future Hoped for in a future Spring. Across the path here A deer once stood, watched, then fled whilst buzzards Cast hypnotic, lazy spells, as they soared, Over the yellow fields below. On higher ground now, the mist begins to part and A dark, marmalade orange sun glimpses through the Slowly parting shadows which lengthen quickly as The light suddenly dazzles the eye. Dist