Alan .S. Jeeves

A Lonely Cottage On The Moor

The window that I peer through
At summer's break of day;
Way out, afar, and near to
I see the dawn of May.
Through the age-old pane of glass,
A masterpiece for sure,
A portrait of a different class ~
A painted Yorkshire moor.

The sun alights the heather
Though not yet coloured mauve.
The season's fur and feather
Create a treasure trove.
The image through my window square,
Just as the sunlight, that day, came ~
A pictured landscape bordered there
Inside my cottage window frame.

The doorway that I step through,
The threshold to a dream;
When the daylight starts anew
An Eden, it would seem.
So, when the squeaky handle turns
And creaking hinges swing,
The lark out in the meadow yearns
To, oh so sweetly, sing.

But evening comes for certain ~
I latch and bolt the door;
And tug and draw my curtain
When daylight is no more.
Then when I close my eyes asleep
The draughty night is born,
My window and my door will keep
Me snuggled till the morn.


  • Fay Slimm.

    A penned picture of beauty that only the moors can bequest to those fortunes who live in a lonely but snug cottage - thank you so muh Alan for sharing the feel of its seasonal allure.

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      Good to see you Fay. Our Yorkshire moors are just beginning to awaken from their winter sleep. Soon it will be my favourite time of the year ~ the springtime. We will be awash with sheep and inspiration.
      Ex animo, Alan

    • orchidee

      A fine write Alan.

      • Alan .S. Jeeves

        Thank you Steve, Hope that you are OK and singing brightly.
        Ex animo, Alan

      • yellowrose

        Lovely words 🙂

        • Alan .S. Jeeves

          Hi yellowrose,
          Words are judged by the company they keep. Thanks for stopping by and reading a little.
          Kind regards, Alan

          • yellowrose

            Could you maybe take a look at my latest poem ?
            You are right .
            But I like your style of writing 🙂

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          • Doggerel Dave

            A window like that can mean more to you than a great work of art. Nor can the best and most sophisticated electronic medium emulate the experience. That window is greater than just a window - it is part of your life…I’ve had that familiar sense of ownership once.
            Enjoyed that reminder, Alan

            • Alan .S. Jeeves

              Hi Dave, I'm pleased that my poem evoked your memories. It is an artists impression of where I live but painted without a brush.
              Kind regards, Alan

            • Goldfinch60

              What a beautiful poem Alan, my wife and I used to love the Dales and were up there very frequently, you have taken me back there with your words.
              This will go into my favourites, thank you.


              • Alan .S. Jeeves

                Hi Andy. Thanks for the fave. It is fairly quiet around the villages now due to virus. Lots of filming locations hereabouts so people usually come in droves, even in winter. Much of 'Summer Wine' was filmed nearby and Peter Sallis ('Clegg') and Bill Owen ('Compo') are interred at a local church. The 1970 film 'The Railway Children' was filmed around Haworth using the Worth Valley Railway and still, after all this time, welcome visitors make the journey to see the filming locations. All this and more...
                Stay well Andy, ex animo Alan

              • Neil Higgins

                As a "newbie" on the site,and continually,"stumbling around",just come across this.Lovely imagery Alan.
                Last of the Summer Wine,and The Railway Children ,are deeply ingrained in my thoughts,in this part of the UK.As for the latter,who can ever forget "That Scene!" and who can not love dear old Bernard Cribbins amazing performance.

                • Alan .S. Jeeves

                  Hi Neil, welcome to MPS. I am pleased that you enjoyed my 'Lonely Cottage' I write quite a lot about my home in Yorkshire. Even when the Pennine rains arrive all that happens is that everything turns to silver. I'll away now to read your work so, thanks for looking in.
                  Kind regards, Alan

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