Ernestine Northover

Rookie - 110 Points (25th March 1943)

A Gentle Thaw


Thick the mist at early morning's dawn,
Cold the chill that enters by the door,
White the frost, that lies, across the lawn,
Each one piercing, striking to the core
Of one's whole being. Then wakes the foggy morn,
Where sunshine will in time, melt frost on haw,
And rouse the sleeping field mouse in the corn,
By dripping water down upon his paw.
He'll scuttle off, expression all forlorn,
To leave the day to begin its gentle thaw.

© Ernestine Northover

Submitted: Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Edited: Sunday, January 06, 2008

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  • Rookie David Threadgold (9/27/2008 7:32:00 AM)

    Hi Ernestine. How eloquently you describe the thaw, and how many times have we all experienced it in the chill of winter. a very pleasant read thankyou. Regards Dave T. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ivor Hogg (12/31/2007 3:23:00 PM)

    Evokes clear visuals in my mind I used to love early morning walks as dawn was breaking but my old bones bid me stay in the warm and remember what I ca no longer do (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Daphne Grant (10/6/2007 5:30:00 PM)

    We have a lovely rythm going on in 'A gentle Thaw' with alternate rhymes some really intelligent poetry going on here. I'm just going to quote the last to lines to show you where this excellent work stumbles slightly And the remedy: He'll scuttle off, now the word scuttle has 2 syllables; so if we look at the line again, we can count the syllables
    He'll scuttle off, expression all forlorn, gives us 8 syllables (expression has 3.)
    Now we come to the last line the, which has 11 syables which very slightly upsets the balance.
    So if we write:
    To leave the day to start its gentle thaw.
    Then does the poem come right.
    I 'm only telling you this because I'm rather impressed with this poem. It has what I think is a lovely flow, and we don't want it to jar at the end. Now to sum up the whole poem - Well-done! It is by the way the nearest thing to real poetry I've seen on this site.
    Let me know what you think
    Daphne Grant (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 2 Points Shelley L Baxter-Stanley (9/14/2007 12:06:00 PM)

    Ernestine this poem truly is a beautiful and a most Excellent poem! I got to tell you I so enjoyed the Read...I am wowed by this One truly I AM.
    Inspiring and just a gem to find on this sort of unremarkable day...
    I am not sure yet what Great poet work this poem reminds me of? But all I know is it is Brillant! ! Ten/Ten..........
    Thanx so much for sharing.
    =Shelley= (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 29 Points Robert Howard (7/6/2007 4:13:00 PM)

    A poem at harmony with nature that inspires the reader to seek the same state of grace and peace. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Melvina Germain (7/2/2007 12:35:00 PM)

    A field full of all the pleasure that the good Lord has provided, nature all around us. Wonderful poem Ernestine, excellent work as usual.--Melvina-- (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Duncan Wyllie (4/1/2006 10:53:00 AM)

    I love the feeling in this.Such raw emotion from natures hand.Just beautiful.Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Scarlett Treat (2/8/2006 8:29:00 AM)

    I was up this morning before the sun came up, so I got to watch this same frosty chill melt away! How wonderfully expressive you are. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Eve Clements (2/6/2006 6:45:00 AM)

    A beautiful, evocative piece of writing. I am so envious of your talent. Warmest regards, Eve (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michael Morris (2/5/2006 2:58:00 PM)

    Superb, Ernestine!
    The first three lines chime in my mind like Anglo -Saxon poetry.Would that we all could refine our words in the fire of our intellect as you do. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Charles Chaim Wax (1/25/2006 7:22:00 PM)

    finally the soul
    understands
    and enters peace
    no horror here, the home
    we cannever leave
    welcomes the heart
    to share
    simple sight
    simple delight
    our being whole
    not shattered by
    the harsh glare of headlights
    illuminating what?
    dim concrete, so brutal
    without mercy
    but here the mercy of nature
    gives, and gives
    so what can we do
    but accept the blessing
    a wonderful poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Duncan Wyllie (1/25/2006 1:35:00 PM)

    Dear Ernestine
    Lovely images, you have a wonderful flow in this one.Captivating!
    Thankyou....Love Duncan (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Rusty Daily (1/25/2006 1:02:00 PM)

    Not only is this a true depiction of morning awakening, it is well written. Also, I learned what is a 'haw'. Thank you.
    Rusty (Report) Reply

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