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‘Swaying, Swaying in the Breeze’

It was a windy May afternoon when I was walking down the garden path. I happened to notice, it seemed for the first time, an array of beautiful flowers in bloom. Maybe it was their swaying that caught my attention. Anyway, I stopped for a closer look and saw bumble-bees indiscriminately landing on them; one, then the other. To capture this nature in action, I made a video recording with my phone.

The following morning this scene, with words, was going round my head, and before breakfast the poem was complete.

The music I paired with the poem, Beethoven’s Pathétique Sonata, echoes the back and forth movement of the flowers. For added imagination, one could imagine dancing ladies instead of flowers.

“Swaying, Swaying in the Breeze”

“Swaying, swaying in the breeze

Dancing, dancing beneath tall tree

Moving another way in slight air

So handsome, so pretty, so fair

Hues and shades, rare and fine

What invention, what design…”

Click here for: Swaying, Swaying in the Breeze

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‘Gone Fishing’

This poem came into being as a result of a theme that was set by a poetry group in Croydon, Surrey. The theme was sport, and I hadn’t a clue what to write until I was engaged in a mindless activity at home. So, during unfruitful mind activity, fishing surfaced. As I wasn’t too familiar about fishing, I visited a local angling shop to find out more… and the rest is history!

“Gone Fishing”

“It’s 3:15 am and I’ve just packed my lunch and kit
The predictive seaweed looks clammy as I check it
The shipping forecast confirms, rain is on the way
And hovering around minus two for most of the day…”

Naturally, ‘The Trout’ by Schubert leads up to the narration.

For the fist verse, click: Gone Fishing

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‘Cumbria’

This poem is a whistle-stop tour of Cumbria in the North West of England. All the places mentioned in the verses were part of my itinerary. As The Lakes were Wordsworth’s country, I felt inspired to write. Two other poems were also written here: Pennsylvania and Wrynose Pass (see above).

“Cumbria”

“I’m writing from Lakeland’s Ambleside
This holiday is making me tired
Lots to see, lots to do
(Quite comfortable at Hotel Vale View)
Lots more to do, lots more to see
Kodak is making a fortune from me!…”

The music that is before the narration is: Farewell To Stromness by Sir Peter Maxwell Davies.

And here is a sample: Cumbria

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‘Wrynose Pass’

This poem is about a long, winding road journey with nothing but the cloak of night for company.

The scene:

The Lake District. It is sunset. I had just arrived at an isolated tarn miles and miles from civilisation.  After leaving the car, I continue on foot. On the rocky, uneven path to capture the lake (about 1 km) my phone bleeps — it’s a welcome text message from _ _ _. Very odd. Is that a chill going down my back? There is something about the atmospherics here…! Anyway, after the photography I return to the car and set the SatNav. The night draws in…

“Wrynose Pass”

“I’m on my way back to my lodgings
Not long, I hope, ‘till I’m safely back
I set the SatNav and follow its commands
It’s getting darker and will soon be pitch black…”

The introductory music is a fantastical piece by Beethoven, aka the Moonlight Sonata.

Click here for the first verse: Wrynose Pass

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‘The Sky, The Sky’

There is so much you can see in the sky; have a look and let your imagination run free! This poem is in a mono-rhythmic style with an element of comedy.

“The Sky, The Sky

The sky, the sky in all its many shades of blue

Spectacled scientists tell us it has to be this hue

Much praise, I think, to them is certainly due…”

The music that accompanies this poem is J. S. Bach’s Minuet in G.

And here is the first verse: The Sky, The Sky

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‘Soaring, Soaring Higher And Higher’

This is a poem where you take flight into realms metaphysical — just sit back and enjoy the ride. It is the first poem from a book called: Soaring Higher.

Paperback

“Soaring, Soaring Higher And Higher

Soaring, soaring higher and higher

From here I can see for mile upon mile

Far over the seas to the horizon

Come with me and stay a while…”

Audiobook

The music that precedes the narration is Edvard Grieg’s Morning Mood.

For a sample of the audio, click: Soaring, Soaring Higher And Higher (verse 1, audio)