Written by: Paul Callus
When dark clouds converge As cold winter plots To dampen the soul In the face of fear And adversity... When crisis looms And dejection Flirts with despair Not all is lost... A swallow Comes along Heralding The joys Of spring Hope!
We seem to be living in difficult and conflicted times at the moment in our Western world, which is disturbing and sad.
Poetry is a good antidote and turning to the words and therefore the thoughts of someone else helps in my world. In our world of text speak, word mumbling and dwindling communication, except on social media, poetry is the high end form of communication. Hope you feel the same.
A Shropshire Lad 2: Loveliest of Trees: by the wonderful poet A.E Housman
Rust-red fir branch among the green gifts,
You are a willing sacrifice
Living in the sounds of this stream
Muscles and cartilage energy of the raven
Vibrating rattle of the crow
Pinus contorta, my lodgepole pine
Standing at the edge of your village
What makes this wind that makes you talk?
Organs breathe in this coniferous air
The tiny hands of the aspen show us the way
They know more than our loud
Powerful saplings grow without expectation
Mother feeds the roots
Tall crystals of wild mushrooms
When was the last time you saw an impatient tree?
Hi Ms Merrow…I just came across your blog by accident and I’m impressed by your eloquent way of writing. It appears that acting is not your only main talent! I’ll have to show this to my 14 yr old granddaughter Valentina 🙂
Thank you for liking and giving prominence to my poem “Hope”.
Warm regards from Malta (Paul Callus)
Sorry for taking a while to come back. I really like your poetry! Thank you. Best wishes Jane