posted on June 9, 2012 at 6:06 pm

she starts with s she ends with t (and she's lost 7 teeth)

lily field at the edge of a forest

scarlet asks me : daddy what is a gnome?

a house in a tree

the little grey men

oh they fled their england so long ago

foxglove and poppy

violet and rose

watercolour childhood left out in the rain

south is the winter

north is the summer

at the edge of a forest we see lily field

we see arboreal spirits who tend to their tree

we see the ravens and castles and war for a crown

we see the lake of forgetting

we live the day of remembering

we dream of a night and then it comes into being

and the roots hammer deep under the oak

and the river rushes pleasantly along

a hundred years could pass this way it would seem in the end

just one day

lily field then in her patterns of june

her aprons of april

her man on the moon

lily field where witch hazel lie

where creepy bat and slow worm and trespasser die

she stands at the edge of a forest decor of dew

patiently waiting waiting for you

 

scarlet says : you should write the end

 

12 Responses to “lily field”

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    Chris | 9 June 2012 at 6:35 pm #

    Redolent of Burne-Jones, William Morris and The Lady of Shalott…

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    BROKEN TOYS AND HEROS | 9 June 2012 at 6:47 pm #

    Ur most prized possession !!! A real life angel of ur own !!!
    How grand is that ??!!!! I luckily have one too !!!

    May Almighty bless and keep all our little angels safe and healthy…
    with a world of questions to continue pondering and asking outloud…

    As dreaded as I often feel, and stuff just got a little worse for me (medical news) in the last 24…

    I can always count on my blessed sweet princess to lift my fleeting spirits …

    Love u my precious Kristina all of just 4 and counting (she has a wise and old soul for some1 so short)…

    Daz

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    colette | 9 June 2012 at 7:50 pm #

    Out of the mouths of babes. The native intelligence of children. Wanting an ending because it’s seen to be an illusion. But someone like me wants to believe in an endless idyllic bucolic lyric.

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    Chris | 10 June 2012 at 12:47 am #

    ‘creepy bat and slow worm’…love it….Northanger Abbey meets Beatrix Potter…man, you are so prolific, you must compose poems in your sleep.

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    Jesiah6 | 10 June 2012 at 7:50 am #

    I love this one. I’m imaging a magical medieval forest.

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    Anonymous | 10 June 2012 at 10:34 am #

    as lovely as a star(very lucky too – loosing teeth close together is good – the probability of braces goes down to almost notta as the new teeth grow in straighter/more comfortably formed w/out other baby teeth still in their way) travelling into a forest’s boundaries and the first glance to a nomadic path… as they moved from caves into mystical forests to stay with the colors of twinkling stars under their nights — watching: forming their next days became told to them (each night)… “like the shadow of an oak and the balm of sweet clover blossoms, go gently over the land…” and they still do!

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    Stewart | 10 June 2012 at 10:47 am #

    The gnome carries wisdom too pure to tell
    Knowing each dew drop contains its own spell
    Some think the sun roasts the ground and leaves dry
    But dew drops ride sunbeams into the sky
    In each one a rainbow like a separate spark
    Which will join in a great blaze to push back the dark
    Lily field learning on the forest’s edge
    From the gnome in the tree, fairies in the hedge
    The patience of forests is how they grow tall
    Waiting is being and being is all

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    colette | 10 June 2012 at 5:58 pm #

    Lots of lovely stuff, yet may we try to find the origin of the matter. It is not even necessarily about pinpointing it but the trying, the searching, the sponteneity, the spark. Not the spark described, in my mind, the spark of impulse. The immediacy of the spark of impulse. The desire of the immediacy of the spark. The compulsion, the dna …… hey!?

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    whistle Messenger | 11 June 2012 at 4:39 am #

    …spooky that bit bout writing the end…innocent yet prophetic..

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    Ryan Murdock | 12 June 2012 at 6:12 pm #

    Beautiful image!: “watercolour childhood left out in the rain”

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    Anonymous | 12 June 2012 at 7:11 pm #

    Dear Scarlett
    ‘the end’ is leading to the knowledge that ‘she’ is getting impatient whilst waiting for the ‘you’. And she is getting so close to laying all that she has witnessed on the table. But she is waiting. Waiting for what or being held back by whom? This leaves the possibly that the end could go on forever.
    Your father paints a descriptive picture of you so often, that you remind me of another I know so very well and love dearly. I picture her when I read the stories of you. She is beautiful and a very bright star who I hold close and deep in my heart for safekeeping always.


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