John Rickell

Rookie - 236 Points [Blackbird] (november 1945 / York)

John Rickell Poems

41. Sleeper Bridge 11/3/2013
42. I Must Go Back 11/4/2013
43. Where Oxlips Meet 11/4/2013
44. Lichfield On A Monday 11/4/2013
45. Day In The Sun 1/16/2014
46. Chuckle Of Content 1/17/2014
47. Candles 1/17/2014
48. Earthly Bond 1/17/2014
49. Thursday 1/17/2014
50. Nothing Much In Mind 1/17/2014
51. On The Way To Ely 1/17/2014
52. Chanting In The Wood 1/17/2014
53. Community 1/18/2014
54. The Art Gallery Walsall 1/18/2014
55. The Chapman 1/18/2014
56. Midnight Yet To Strike 1/18/2014
57. Eve 1/18/2014
58. The Ivy On The Roof 1/18/2014
59. The Intruder 1/18/2014
60. Woodland Edge 1/18/2014
61. Lichfield In December 1/18/2014
62. York 1/18/2014
63. The Painting 1/18/2014
64. ..Nineteenth December.... 1/18/2014
65. Worms 1/18/2014
66. Flag Fen Peterborough 1/18/2014
67. Fading Whispers 1/18/2014
68. Ellesmere Canal Festival 1/19/2014
69. The Faun 1/19/2014
70. The Gate Latch 1/19/2014
71. Ripon Uk 1944 1/19/2014
72. Country Clothes 1/19/2014
73. The Autumn Wood 1/19/2014
74. The Lily 1/19/2014
75. Crimson Petal 1/19/2014
76. The Crimson Petal 1/19/2014
77. Crab Trees 1/20/2014
78. River Conwy 1/20/2014
79. Pigeons 1/20/2014
80. Walking In The Night Garden 1/20/2014

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Butterfly Trapped In A Norfolk Church




Where were you last Christmas
hiding in the dust behind the altar
underneath an oaken pew
patched in darker brown, not oak
like the patch on a poor man's coat
Proudly wrought?
The peace of God around you
trapped in loving kindness,
fading altar flowers no food for you
anxious glances to the door,
the mesh obstructed door to keep out birds,
which kept you in, had I not come.
You let me take you from the sill
filled my hand with joy
bride-like walked with me along the aisle.
I threw you to the sun and wind
saw flowers tremble in ...

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Blackbird

How does he do it?
His brain no more than finger nail
Singing a scale of notes I cannot sing
Nor can forget.What does he say? It seems he knows
But what? Is there some communication...
A radiating beam that strikes the tiles
The message always clearer
When he sings upon the roof?
Black as night, she brown discrete, a job to do

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