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The prompt for Day 9 of the #introtopoetry course from WordPress is Landscape and the suggested poetic device is apostrophe – addressing someone or something directly.

 

My choice of landscape is the English Lake District.  I wrote a poem about it longer ago than I care to admit.  For this exercise, I have started with that poem and rewritten it using apostrophe.  The last verse refers to the work of the Calvert Trust.

The two versions of the poem are side-by-side below.  I think the device of apostrophe has improved the poem.  Do you agree?

 

The Lake District

How can I describe you,
English Lakeland,
So often drawn or painted
By man’s or woman’s hand?

The view in your hilly lands
Changes as the hours pass
Patterns of light and shadow
Show shapes beneath the grass.

Your lakes add atmosphere,
Colour, reflections,
Feed mists, rain, ice and snow;
Waterfalls make connections.

How varied your effect
On us mortals!  Some sail,
Row, hang-glide,
Walk, climb and then abseil.

Others watch birds fly,
Paint scenery,
Write stories inspired
By your hills, or valleys’ greenery.

You are a wonderful place,
For those who are fit.
And those with a disability
Can take part in spite of it.

The Lake District

How to describe in words
The English Lakeland,
So often drawn or painted
By man’s or woman’s hand?

 In hilly lands the view
Changes as the hours pass.
Patterns of light and shadow
Show shapes beneath the grass.

Lakes add atmosphere,
Colour, reflections,
Feed mists, rain, ice and snow;
Waterfalls make connections.

How varied its effect
On us! Some sailing,
Rowing, hang-gliding,
Walking, climbing, abseiling.

Others watching birds fly,
Painting scenery,
Writing stories inspired
By hills, or valleys’ greenery.

What a wonderful place,
For those who are fit.
And those with special needs
Can actively discover it.

 

 

 

 

 

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Pleasure from sunshine in autumn
(or fall if you must!)

The sun was shining on the moon –
Look! Quick! The moon will set soon.
The sun was shining on a puddle
And on the sheep all in a huddle.

The sun was shining on the hills:
The vibrant green gave my eyes thrills.
The sun was shining on the valley
And it made my spirit rally.

The sun was shining on the trees.
They didn’t move – there was no breeze.
The sun was shining on the leaves
And on the stubble – there are no sheaves.

The sun was shining on the sea
So brightly I could hardly see.
The sun was shining on the island
With haze below the pin-sharp high land.

The sun was shining on the clouds;
It bought the insects out in crowds.
The sun was shining all day long;
Let’s all praise God with a happy song.

The prompt for day 8 of #introtopoetry is pleasure.  It arrived in the afternoon of a perfect autumn day.  The choice of poetic device for the day was anaphora, epistrophe or symploce.

I was fortunate to be able to go out on foot and by car, enjoying the beauty of the countryside lit by the sun, lower in the sky at this time of year than in summer.  As there have been some very dull days already, having so much sunshine was a real blessing.  I have used anaphora.

Puddle with reflections

Puddle with reflections

Sunset with island

Sunset with island