A new year dawned for me
As a single tiny shaft of green
Decked with a diamond drop
Sparkling in the morning sun
Bowed to the hopping of
Watchful Mummy blackbird
Seeking fresh worms for her young
And a new year dawned for me
As Dartmoor slowly faded
From the black of night
To early mornings grey
And Rough Tor rose up
From the mist
To welcome in the day.
A lovely painted picture Lucy, of an early dawning in Devon, my Father's home county. A lovely area, and I can see that early mist on Dartmoor. Very well put together. Love Ernestine XXX
I feel that I have to revise my appraisal of your work Lucy. You have move into the realms of free verse and you do it so well. This is a wonderous piece its theme suggesting an overwheming optimism, looing to the new year with confidence. And you have nature as your theme to project the wonderment. The line which introduces the mother blackbird is pure inventiveness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A rolling cascadence of nature's beauty that rolls off the tongue as read aloud. Great imagery as artfully put to paper(or as in this case-internet's monitors.) Way to go. Keep up the good work for poetry will always be within man's heart and in his keep-chest. A definite ten on my scorecard. Best regards-Mike Gale.