Friday, 31 March 2023

Renga by the Heartlines Writers' Group

 

   


      

A PROOF OF COLLEAGUES

 

Spring        The blossom flutters.

                   Green clusters un-knuckle and rise

                   to measure sunshine.

                   Neat earth plots sprout green shoots –

                   plots merging and over-grown.

 

                   Cloud swept arching sky

                   sweeps away Winter dust,

                   sparkles in the sun.

                   From unturned black soil

                   green shoots puncture barren earth.

 

                   Dappled light shines through

                   to linger beneath trees

                   then soothe false frowns,

Summer     fling away old sad feelings.

                   Wishful thinking I suspect.

 

                   Like miniature flags,

                   as if on a ferris wheel,

                   time does spin and whirl.

                   Carving its way through the land,

                   follows that winding pathway.

 

                   Deep below ground

                   ossified ancient forests

                   glitter with diamonds.

                   While men heave and strain sinews,

                   sightless ponies dream of fields.

 

Autumn     Tawny shadows merge.

                   Warm to long remembered words,

                   russet, red and gold.

                   Green moss creeps across stone walls

                   and damp grass drowns our boots.

 

                   Caught in the wind,

                   drifting like coloured snow,

                   leaves are falling.

 

                   Twigs snap, earth, hard beneath boots

                   mark the walkers weary way.

 

                   Joints begin to ache.

                   Squirrels crack reluctant nuts.

                   Autumn here at last.

Winter        The season tumbles silently.

                   The Earth begins its waiting.

 

                   Winter feels like death.

                   Seal all the nooks and crannies.

                   Shut the snow outside.

                   It gnaws at an emptied gut.

                   Militate, negotiate.

 

                   Lamps burn low, night falls,

                   under an indigo sky,

                   blending light and history.

                   Shedding the old worn out skins.

                   Horizons already watchful.

 

 

Compiled by: Cate Anderson

 

Contributors

Eileen Neil (Palmer)    Howard Benn

Bill Fitzsimons            Malcolm Henshall

Barbara Lawton          Drusilla Long

Myrna Moore              Terry Wassall

 

Renga Guide

Dave Alton   

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