Like most British people, JM’s life is very much influenced by our seasons and the accompanying unpredictable great British weather, which invariably prompts her to wax lyrical. JM has therefore grouped some of her poetry into a category called Seasons. There are a few sample excerpts below, and further reading in the Seasons category. This is by no means a complete selection of all her poems, as JM is working towards producing an anthology of her seasonal poems called “Seasons”.
Whatever the season, it is the write time for JM!
A watery winter sun warmed the westward woods
but no birdsong burst from the bare branched birches.
Hawthorn hedges were hidden in the haze,
yet a feathered fiend had fixed his gaze.
Stiff, silent trees were standing stark;
wide eyes were watching, waiting.
Suddenly from his nest,
over frosty fields,
came the barn owl
and still no sound
he dived to the ground,
then soared high again,
caught in his claws his catch.
Heading back from whence he came,
silently sweeping through the sky,
flew with his famished family’s feast.
Yet still no whisper from the waiting woods,
the sun sank sadly ‘neath the skies in the west.
Silence, save for sounds of scrunching from the owl ‘s nest.
Inspired by photographing my friend’s watercolour painting from a picture in the RSPB magazine
wrapping, cooking, eating,
time to spend with our families
card decked, festive
Christmas dinner –
figgy pudding –
The weather is grim,
it’s damp and it’s so dreary,
and I don’t know about you,
but I feel weary.
Oh how I wish that
we were back in September,
instead of misty, murky,
5 Lines – not rhyming
1st line – a noun, 2 syllables
2nd line – 2 adjectives descriing the noun, 2 syllables each
3rd line – 3 “……ing”words describing noun, 2 syllables each
4th line – a 4 word phrase about the noun, 2 syllables each
5th line – another word for the noun, 2 syllables