20 March 2019 – It’s here. Spring at last. And prompted by a call-out on the BBC from the Arts & Humanities Research Council, I wrote a poem.
They wanted writers to capture the beauty of any observarions of nature that struck them during the day. The brief was a photo and a piece of poetry or prose of no more than 150 words. This inspired me to take a walk in the local park and see if anything caught my attention.
This is what I wrote…
In a sun-kissed moment I stop to watch the bundles of newly plumped bundles on the quivering branch hover on the brink of cherry-pink explosions. Until… the sound of a boy licking his whippy ice-cream with a dog straining his lead to sniff at the ducks from the edge of the pond, distracts me. Takes my gaze to the handsome mallard boldly dipping and bobbing flashing his wings at his speckled mate as she swirls in serene circles. Their dance of courtship ripples and fractures the ghostly reflections of the cherry tree branches on the pond’s glassy surface below. To my left a lone bluebell droops in the shadows of a sprawling olive-tree that proudly sprouts new leaves. All this while serenaded by birds in melodic chorus, their chirps, clucks warbles and soft tut-tuts a song that lingers in the late-afternoon glow. Spring is here.