This is another standalone poem from my linked series, a work in progress, ‘Breeze’.
So much work in progress! One day, I’ll finish one of these projects, but for now I hope you’ll be satisfied with a few extracts. Unfortunately, I just don’t seem to have a great deal of time at the moment…
It is like a small dog,
The wind is.
Nosing into corners, and
Snuffling around piles of leaves.
Making them leap up in surprise,
And slowly come back down again.
All a-flutter.
Suspicious of the wind,
They cannot keep still,
But are continually on the move.
Looking this way and that,
And glancing over their shoulders,
Whispering…
Whispering ‘Did you see that?
‘Did you see it?’
Whispering…
I appreciated this poem. I wrote a post about a leaf I thought you might enjoy. Here’s the link:
https://overthehillontheyellowbrickroad.com/2017/09/11/conversation-withan-autumn-leaftrying-to-understand-why-it-has-to-go/
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If only leaves could drive…
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Yes. Then the world would make sense. 🙂
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If only that were all it would take!
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Thank you for visiting my site today and your follow, I am now following you too
and found a treasure trove of poetry.
I love your poem on leaves, lots of play and mystery.
Would you believe, I wrote one called , Dancing Leaves, under the title
Metamorphosis.
We must love these light, colourful and crackling beings.
Miriam
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Thanks, Miriam. Very kind words. Yes, I love the natural world, which I’m sure comes out in my writing!
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Oooh this is lovely! I love the idea of the breeze as a small dog. That is a very nice leaf, too.
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Thank you, Lucy. I’m suddenly thinking of the breeze as a 1.7m otter, but I don’t know where that came from.
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Those otters get everywhere!
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They do. Have you seen Meg’s comment below?
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OMG I’ve just seen it!! Sam needs to get over to this post to see that the otters are already infiltrating!
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I’m not sure what she’ll make of the giant predatory ones – I can’t see them wearing hats. Possibly balaclavas, I suppose. Scary times.
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I have sent her a link. She might want to recruit the giant ones in case things turn rough. You never know.
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Apocalyptic Otters. Hmm. The Guardians of the River or something, I suppose. Mind you, Meg didn’t say exactly how big they were; they might have ambitions beyond mere rivers if they’re that large.
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I am not sure what sort of hat a giant otter might wear… I shall give it some thought…
I very much like your poem by the way 😀
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This one ended up in my spam queue – no idea why! Thank you! And, naturally, they would wear giant hats.
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That’s odd I am not spam 😱
They may indeed wear giant hats…
it really tiny ones for comic effect…
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The ones on the Tardis probably wear very long scarves.
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Undoubtedly!! And floppyish hats!
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Ah, you’ve seen them, then.
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I have indeed 🙂
I believe they have a penchant for jelly babies
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I reckon they should stick with the fish. Especially the Cyberfish.
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Possibly…
Maybe they like jelly fish…
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Do you think there might be sea-faring otters? Pirates of the otter world, perhaps? I shudder at the thought…
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There are certainly sea otters, Lucy, although there are strangely few tales told about them.
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I have a feeling that all that is about to change.
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It is only right that the world is informed.
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Love this! I can imagine myself in the scene. As for the otter, I hear scientists have discovered fossils of huge otters, ones that would have been major predators several million years ago. Maybe that story filtered into your subconscious!
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Ooh! Huge predatory otters! I have other blogging friends who might very well be interested in that!
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ooooh!!!
Are they related to the Giant River otters (of the apocalypse?)
Possibly an indication that otter time travel is very much a thing
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It sounds highly likely. Surely, too much of a coincidence for them not to be? Perhaps this could explain the occasional and unexplained fish heads found beneath the cupboards in the Tardis?
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It most certainly could!
They get absolutely everywhere!
They probably have their own room in the TARDIS
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It might also explain why the Doctor never seems to have trouble with Cyberfish.
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That and he never seems to land in rivers…
too much trouble cyberfish, all that swimming about, slippery customers really. He is wise to leave them to the otters.
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A good partnership. No wonder they are known (or not known) as the Doctor’s lesser known companions.
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Indeed they go around dealing with the things he misses due to all the running!
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And yet they manage to keep a low profile…mostly. It seems remarkable.
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I think it is because for the most part they are so small…
that and the decoy otters…
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Decoys! Hmm…cunning…the plot thickens…
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That’s all I am saying for now 😊
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I’ll keep my eyes open.
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There is a radio program on National Public Radio (if you know what I mean – its completely funded by grants and donations, no advertising – called Science Friday. That’s where I heard the story!
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I’m sure it’s accurate, Meg! And it’s always good to hear of otters.
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If that’s an excerpt, I’m looking forward to seeing the entire work! Good job, Mick!
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Thanks, Ann. Working on it. Long way to go…
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I am just beginning to catch up with some of my favourite Bloggers, having now entered my ” quiet period” at work. Its been a nice way to spend the darker evenings and none more so than your Poems Mick, ( are you blushing?) I read one last week which was rather moving but I love the tone of the one today, rather whimsical. What you do have, that many crave, is the ability to be able to write in such differing ways. Sometimes informative; other times sad; whimsical; amusing; and its a great skill. I shall be popping in and out more to catch up on what I have missed. Thank you again for delightful thought provoking work!
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Thank you, Jackie. I’m sure I do some types better than others, and I still feel that my poetry is very much the weaker of my writing ‘skills’. i do enjoy it, though.
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Mick, that was a nice composition….wind peeping over my shoulders too to see what I am writing..
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Thanks, Akhila.
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Another good’un Mick. Like the idea of the wind as a small dog too.
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Thanks, Jonno. I could imagine you house-sitting and looking after it, too!
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Housesitting for the wind? Fabulous idea for a poem perhaps?
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Over to you, Jonno!
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