The bluebell woods
Mixed media in calico
Mixed media in calico
The Bluebell woods
These blue flowers love mutual company
and yet are free. They reflect sky
and on other days skies reflect them.
The petals spring in spring and leaves
die in summer — a life full of swag! And
I feel what Wordsworth would have felt
when he saw a bunch of golden daffodils.
By Jay Gandhi
Bluebell Woods
O may I go a wandering along
to find the deep bluebell woods
I long to see the fairies play,
I’m tired of Red Riding Hood
Unafraid of the bluebell ring
I’ll venture into Sherwood Forest
while I look for cousin hyacinth
I might see Robin Hood, at rest
I know the sap of English bluebells
has glue strong for binding books
for fastening feathers to arrows,
fired by medieval archers, on crooks,
In old dense woodlands I’ll go
forgetting in foliage all my cares, for
hours lie on bluebell woods ‘and pray
to fairies, to send my nightmares, away-
2019 © CER Anjum Wasim Dar
The Bluebell Woods
toll the end of Winter’s bite,
with delicate cerulean leaves
gently pull out its sharp teeth,
2019 Paul Brookes
The Wombwell Rainbow 