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| Image: Taken at Blaise Castle, Avon by Janinka |
A very different style for me (in that it doesn’t derive from a personal experience) but this poem celebrates the Glos/Wiltscountryside I have grown to love so much and was inspired by my favourite childhood book The Faraway Tree. - Janinka
The Oak Tree and The Pixie - Janinka Diverio
Stoic, tall, proud, high
Branches, trunk and leaves to the sky
Long-reaching arms fingering polka dotted blue
A garland of filigree leaves stretched around of you
A pixie plays and hops amongst your tangled roots
Throwing her hat and jumping with earth-trodden pixie boots
Oblivious and unaware of the sound upon the ground
Blades of grass protrude like turrets of a castle surround
Treecreeper friend scurries messages your way
An invitation for you to come and play
Occasionally, you rustle or a leaf floats gently down
As if it were a feather from your regal crested crown
Midst robin-egg blues and skies of satin white
Pixie calls for black bird and try as they might
With wings out-stretched and in full span
They try to fly to the land of cyan
Cloaked skies turn grey and leaves are shaking loud
As Pixie tries in vain to hop upon a cloud
The yellow beak of blackbird sings a merry little song
As Pixie flies upwards to where she might belong
On the canopy of leaves that sway gently to and fro
Little contented pixie reaps her seeds to sow
Janinka Diverio
