seabhac

May 31, 2010 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Early in Airlie

Soft green frocksOf unfurled leavesDapple risen sunFloor alight with gilded bluebellsTickled by wafted windThe path coils aroundRooted fingers beechThe child in me seeks to runTo touch and skipThrough the blue and fronded fernsThis hidden dellHas woven a spell on my bodyPlayed tricks with my mindI am the unseen croneFlitted wing tips never seeI am a part of this landscapeI hold this momentThis scent forever captured in my mindThen release the childTo dance the pathIn spirit

— seabhac, May 31, 2010

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Critiques

Lonnie

16 years ago

Great read!

Lovely imagery, beautiful use of language, and all in all, an excellent piece of work! Nicely done!

seabhac

16 years ago

Hello Lonnie

Thanks for the feedback on this one, I have been playing with styles and sounds and just reconnecting with the beauty I find around me. Best Wishes Seabhac

xena465

16 years ago

Beautiful Liz

Reminds me of when I was a child when I saw my first movie about fairies and it showed them as real in a magical garden with bluebells and little people with wings...really nice to be back there for a while with the lovely images you portray. Xena

seabhac

16 years ago

Great aviatar Xena!!!

Thank you for the feedback you have given on this ...I am glad you identified with the feel of the piece and it took you somewhere nice. memory what a strange form of creation we have within us. Hugs Seabhac

Seren

16 years ago

Dearest Liz

thought it floatingly beautiful ... I flowed with the poetry sorry cant find anything to crit love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

seabhac

16 years ago

Sometimes I wish we could post photos with the poems

The picture I took that morning enlarges the total picture of this write but then again it might distract and as we are a very varied worldwide group I feel this one touches those who have experienced a bluebell walk but may not mean the same for those who have not ...the bluebell grows in many counrtries I believe, known as many names ...harebells etc...what do they call them in Australia? Very best wishes Seabhac

Seren

16 years ago

Just noticed your comment on

Just noticed your comment on the way to bed ... we call them bluebells here as well :) and about forty five minutes from where I live they grow in massive big fields they use them as a christmas flower here, they always flower at xmas my nana called them xmas bells :) love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

ziggy

16 years ago

hi

hi i love poetry that reconects with nature and the place that is us "floor alight with gilded bluebells" i love that line cos i love and studied photography and that is a picture i have always wanted to capture bluebells on a forest foor just beauifull cheers for this thought ,,,,,,,,,,,,zigs

seabhac

16 years ago

Hi Ziggy

Is it the colour blue? Is it the hope of Spring ...interesting how peopel relate to this sense of plavce in nature. Thanks

Beauregard

16 years ago

I wonder,

where is this Airlie? There is a garden here in my hometown (appropriately called Airlie Gardens) that sounds very much like the place you described in this poem, but a whole ocean away! How curious! Kelsey

seabhac

16 years ago

A world apart and yet !!!!

Airlie is a lovely 700 acre farm in the remote coastline of Scotland ...drifts of barley and lots of cows...Peaceful and very deeply beautiful. I think I may be spending much time there to write. Thanks for making that connection, I have had Australia much in my thoughts recently. Seabhac

Nordic cloud

15 years 11 months ago

the sight, the sounds the perfumes,

Ann of Norway "I feel this one touches those who have experienced a bluebell walk " You say this and I understand it too, the sight, the sounds the perfumes, the colours and the atmosphere is so beautiful, and you have as good as given us your photograph of its wonders, we have few of them in Norway, have to make do, but there are sometimes many, with the hairbells that here they call bluebells! Love to you Seabhac from Ann P.S. Even when the pink and white ones hide themselves blushing here and there!!!