Magical.
Diamantéd mist
........... on sheen's bluey pearls
hangs in fragrant air.
Soundless as cream
..................calm thickly unfurls
on every leaf there.
Woodland peace coats
.................its silence with hush
while healing awaits.
Pregnant with need
.............. mind births new trust
and busy abates.
Wonder then seeps
...........................into the psyché
for stillness breeds awe.
Not a thing stirs
..................... when lush of quiet
begins to transform.
Spectred by light
.......................mysterious peace
helps tight to relent.
Soothingly sensed
............ Love's Presence reveals
feel of contentment.
Trees whispered aid
.........acts and faith is redeemed.
Regeneration
................... by magical means.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: At bluebell time an early walk in the woods gives the feel the verse tries to portray.
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Nicely written, Fay Slimm. Your arrangement of wording is stunningly designed. From start to finish I enjoyed every word. Thank you for a good start to the day.
My thanks to you dear friend for your visit and read - - so pleased you enjoyed the magic that woodlands always give..
Indeed, I am surrounded by woodlands where I live, and it's beautiful whatever the weather to wake up to.
'Stillness breeds awe' and quiet yes, does become lush.
Slowly re-reading you i feel every piece of this and how everything you decribe refreshes and repairs.
Early mornings amidst those bluebells in your picture (are they here so early this year) seems a lifetime ago..... i must repair to the woods.
You are so generous in your support of my work D.A. and am delighted that you enjoyed the read so much.
Good write Fay. We can't walk through ha small bluebell wood now. It's overgrown! But there are patches of bluebells in a larger wood to enjoy.
Yes bluebells are always a delight to behold Orchi -hope you are able to see some in the large wood this year.
The verse doesn't try to portray it - it does portray it - beautiful write and I'm now minded to visit our local bluebell woods - we are lucky in that we have several round here.
Ah - - you are so kind Michael and always so encouraging -- there is nothing so appealing as a wood filled with bluebells at this time of year..
a magical image to accompany your most magical of 'Magical'..
I swear I could smell the sunlight the moss and the ferns... N
You spoil me dear friend - - I cannot put scent into my poetry but you find it somehow - thanks a million for the perceptive comment............ x
a day later and there is still a trace, or maybe..... just my pleasure seeping through .. N
What a fine write. I love these sort of poems and you my friend are so very thorough in your coverage of the subject matter. Really enjoy my reading of your work. Thank you
My grateful thanks to you dear poet-friend for finding the time to drop in and read my work and for your encouraging comments too.
Gorgeous words and use of metaphor, I think everyone who has been in a bluebell woodland has felt this sense of peace and tranquility. Very nice write 🙂
Yes I agree the woodland with bluebells ticks all the boxes at this time of year Seren. Thanks for your lovely comment.
We just had a poppy blossom her and it was so majestic, that many just parked their cars by the roadside and got out to stroll.
It caused an enormous traffic problem for many days.
Loved your words
Yes nature can steal us away from normality and flowers are famous for their draw at this time of year - thanks for sharing the poppy account with us Suresh.
I was with you on that beautiful walk Fay.
I am so pleased to have had your company dear friend. Nothing so healing as a wood full of bluebells at this time of year.
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