In some places the growth regulator has worked.
The barley perches waist height,
perfect cover for the pigeons that dive-bomb
grey feathers all a flutter,
deaf to the crow banger’s crack, crack, crack
as they land in the elsewhere places
of stems grown too tall not to loose their balance.
In the shadow of the sheds there’s warmth yet,
the sun is sunk but not quite set
and the sky has turned to rust beyond the track
where the tractors wobble outwards
for one last relay before dusk can claim day.
I’ve mixed two prompts tonight. DVerse Poets Pub’s challenge to write a poem about landscape while using verbs in an unusual way (I’m hoping I managed that) and today’s Daily prompt: Traditional. So here you have traditional Shropshire scenery with a twist.
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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019.
She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can.
Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears.
She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.
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I enjoyed your verbs in unusual contexts very much, Carol, especially in the lines:
‘The barley perches waist height’
and
‘where the tractors wobble outwards’.
You’ve painted a familiar landscape in a less familiar way and coloured it in tones of barley and rust.
Thank you Kim, I was struggling for ways to work in some less usual verbs without making it sound forced so I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Not forced at all – I read it aloud and it tripped off my tongue!
Good to hear. 🙂
🙂
Wonderful! You’ve truly flexed your verbs here. I most especially love the last four lines 🙂
Thank you Lillian. It was a really enjoyable poem to write.
It is an enjoyable poem to read as well! I like this look at the Shropshire countryside. I envision one of Van Gogh’s blue and wheat colored landscapes. The dive bombing pigeons – very nice!
I really love the setting sun and tractors wobbling, “and the sky has turned to rust beyond the track where the tractors wobble outwards for one last relay before dusk can claim day.”
Beautiful!
Amazing!
I enjoyed your dance with verbs and words. Well done.
“the sky has turned to rust beyond the track” Love this and your entire canvas. Beautiful.
I enjoyed this work.So much poignant!
I really like this very much. You’ve captured the scene so well, and used such subtle verbs to make it work. I particularly like the “elsewhere places” and the rusting sky, especially so close to the tractor, which immediately became slightly battered in my mind’s eye.
vividly picturesque without a single lurid line –
“as they land in the elsewhere places” – very nicely put
of stems grown too tall not to loose their balance.
the sun is sunk but not quite set
Love these lines, especially!
I liked the phrase “elsewhere places”, I presume where the the crows aren’t from the pigeons perspective.
It’s just where the growth regulator hasn’t worked and the barley has fallen.
I really like this very much. I most especially love the last four lines 🙂
Thank you.
I really like this very much. I most especially love the last four lines 🙂
I really like this very much. Well done.