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Along The Headlands

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.

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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 Forrester is a writer trying to be a better one. She’s currently working on a poetry collection 'It's All In The Blood'. 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. More recently 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.

23 Comments

  1. 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.

  2. Wonderful! You’ve truly flexed your verbs here. I most especially love the last four lines 🙂

  3. 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!

  4. 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.”

  5. 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.

  6. of stems grown too tall not to loose their balance.
    the sun is sunk but not quite set

    Love these lines, especially!

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