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Fay Slimm

(Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

Bluebell Time


Million bells waving bright bonnets of blue
Flaunting tall ranks of incredible hue.
Groundbreaking columns of stalks fill the shade
Assailing our senses from every dull glade.


Mid dapple-dim woods we tred without sound
Breathtaking armies of blue all around.
Sun shedding Spring over cold woodland dew,
Highlighting patches of mystical blue.
Sheer seas of colour all billowing there
Dance to perfection their Show of the Year.

Submitted: Monday, July 28, 2008

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  • Martin Swords (11/4/2008 2:01:00 PM)

    Dear Fay I have read many poems, and written some myself, inspired

    by lovely bluebells, but I have not met a better phrase than....

    .....mid dapple - dim woods....to capture the setting of the bluebell splurge

    we all love. Thank you for this, your kind words, and message. And yes,

    you are right, you remind me of someone, and sometime, that was wonderful.

    Martin (Report) Reply

  • Lynda Robson (10/31/2008 9:15:00 AM)

    There is nothing as lovely as a wood full of bluebells, I have a few in my garden and always delight at their beauty, a very full descriptive write Fay, thanks
    Lynda xx (Report) Reply

  • Emily Oldham (9/20/2008 8:24:00 AM)

    I love bluebells, but there's nowhere I can go to see them; but with this poem I don't need to- you've told me all I want to know! Thanks
    Athena (Report) Reply

  • Yvette Smith (9/10/2008 7:17:00 AM)

    This poem reminds me of when I walked throught the 'bluebell valley' along a fen in Buttermere in the lake district it captures the serene silent beauty of these fascinating flowers I LOVE IT marie x (Report) Reply

  • T Tango (8/31/2008 3:00:00 AM)

    This poem brings back memories to me.
    I can remember as a child being in a blue bell wood standing in a carpet of blue, and the wonder of the scene.
    Thank you for reminding me of something that I had nearly forgotten.
    Tango. (Report) Reply

  • Ivor Hogg (8/23/2008 3:20:00 PM)

    This more my kind of poetry M lady I enjpyed the walk in bluebell woods (Report) Reply

  • Bob Gibson (8/11/2008 11:32:00 AM)

    A truly descriptive poem, England in springtime,
    I can picture in my minds eye, those woods carpeted
    in bluebells, such a beautiful time of the year, regards Bob (Report) Reply

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