My National Poetry Month challenge to myself has become a collaboration between synaesthetic artist Sammy-John, myself, Anjum Wasim Dar and Jay Gandhi: Day Twenty-Four: The Bluebell Woods

The Bluebell Woods

The bluebell woods
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

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