Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,400 Points (25th March 1943)

A Kettledrum's Arena - Poem by Ernestine Northover

There is gorse, of course, and furze growing across the moor.
The oak and ash are there in grouped confusion.
Tousled roaming horses, search for sources of grass, mature,
And the hawthorn and elm, remain standing in seclusion.

Brilliant sunshine burns, and turns the heather, distinctly bronze.
And tumbling brooks sparkle exceedingly, in its glow.
Misty mornings descend, and they befriend the drying fronds,
While natural springs freely bubble and gently flow.

Birds invade this space, and race each other o’er the fells,
Crying and squawking in the fresh clear air.
The scene becomes, a kettledrum’s arena, where music dwells,
And swift and sprightly ventures out the hare.

With ears alert to danger, he’s a ranger on this earth,
But a fine and nimble creature in his guise.
Here one can measure, nature’s treasure, beauty of such worth,
And then again, there is the owl who’s always wise.


© Ernestine Northover


Comments about A Kettledrum's Arena by Ernestine Northover

  • David Threadgold (10/19/2008 11:15:00 AM)


    Hi Ernestine. If I hadnt seen your name with this I would have known it was you, a true lover of nature seems to somehow have a distintive signature, and you have signed this one so well.10/10 Kindest Regards Dave T (Report) Reply

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  • Mick Law (4/2/2008 5:34:00 PM)


    The Yorkshire moors - you took me there and dropped me off for a while, and it felt so good - thankyou

    Mick
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  • Andrew Blakemore (2/27/2008 2:39:00 PM)


    A wonderful, descriptive poem. You have a real eye for detail. Andrew x (Report) Reply

  • (2/14/2008 5:26:00 PM)


    hello Earnestine: The new Forest springs to mind as I read it. Some very intersting turns of phrase and alliteration here. Well done

    Daphne
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  • (8/22/2007 2:16:00 PM)


    Beautifully descriptive of the open country I love. I used to roam the high moors when I was youg and strong Now I must rely on memory and poetry too stimulate scenes from the pasr (Report) Reply

  • (8/3/2007 5:42:00 PM)


    This truly sounds like Longfellow...and seems a departure from your usual fare. I like it very much...I would love to have a painting of this one. It is rich in tone and imagery.

    Raynette
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  • (8/1/2007 10:49:00 AM)


    I can't remember a single occasion when I have read something by you that I didn't enjoy
    Oh..I know why that is...Because you're BRILLIANT! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
    Love duncan X
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  • (8/1/2007 8:20:00 AM)


    The first poet I thought of when I read this was Henry Longfellow. The flow and purity of this piece subconsciously evokes him at his best. I love all of your images but the final line stands out especially well:
    'And then again, there is the owl who’s always wise.'
    It says so much about the wisdom and order in nature. A delightful poem.

    Dan
    xxx
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  • (7/25/2007 1:17:00 PM)


    Oh, what a brilliant comment from CJ - he really put his finger on it there! Ernestine this is astounding. We can visualise it indeed..... atmospheric and so incredibly and serenely and intricately depicted. One of your finest if I may say so, IMHO. t x (Report) Reply

  • (7/24/2007 5:35:00 PM)


    You are an artist who paints wonderful pictures with a pen! AMAZING! ! (Report) Reply

  • (7/23/2007 8:02:00 PM)


    Outstanding imagery Ernestine, reading it was like looking at a movie screen, well penned work! (Report) Reply

  • (7/23/2007 5:57:00 PM)


    A well-written piece with the accustomed expertise in nature description. Susie xxxxx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, July 23, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 23, 2011


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