Fay Slimm.




Tell me a winter-clad tale
of lanes ice-coated, pools
with floating fish in grasp  
of sudden death, of misty 
twilight's snow-blind cold
veiling sheep-dotted hills
and covering food of wind
howling in non-stop blast 
on farmland and holdings.

Tell me of frosty-backed
cattle in safety's low stall
chewing cold cud, of fields
thigh-high in drifts, flakes
wildly piled around frozen
seedlings of stiffened rods,
of tough farming breeds at
hard spade-labour digging
in search of buried ewes,
of bleating lambs' hunger,
of calves losing a mother
in the stumble to milking,
of log-ovens kept warmly
heating black potted gruel
when all jobs are finished.

Tell me the story of never
say No when a going gets
tough, of folk whose hold
on tomorrow shines with
faith's star of hope, when
after bad-weather losses
shrugs of wide shoulders
just fastens worn jackets
and hatted steps forward
raw fingered yet willing
and ready despite freeze
of winter to battle again.

Clad in strongest resilience
such men and their women.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 11th, 2017 04:51
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 42
  • User favorite of this poem: dusk arising.


  • Goldfinch60

    Good write Fay. May the light that come with the snow always shine upon you.

  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay. Brrr, don't tell me of it just yet. lol. It's not Autumn yet, so me diary says!

    • Fay Slimm.

      Ah - will post it again when winter sets in for you dear friend. Tis a time of warm fires and livestock in barns.

    • Louis Gibbs

      Your poem reminds me of growing up in Chicago. These physical embodiments are certainly resilient, as is our survival instinct.
      A 'chilling' season and man's will so well depicted, Fay!

      • Fay Slimm.

        Glad you got something of value from the read about winter dear Louis - many thanks for your comment.

      • WL Schuett

        Voice of experience shining through, well related ... fine writing

      • FredPeyer

        Faye, this is one of the finest descriptions of winter I ever read!

        • Fay Slimm.

          Ah - my sincere thanks Fred for this encouraging comment - - winter is ever open to poetry and so pleased you enjoyed this special version of its sudden appearance to farming communities.

        • BRIAN & ANGELA

          As yiu know FAY I am a SHAPE / FORM POET ! Presenting verses as Regular Rectangular Blocks of pure poetry is impossible ~ but you did it ~ gently and without fuss ~ BEAUTIFUL ~ because you are FAY ! They reminded me of Blocks of Commercial Ice ~ so they perfectly complemented the subject. Autumn is perfect time to contemplate the harshness of a Cornish winter ! The real work begins when all the Visitors have gone Home. I am familiar with the Winter hardships faced by English Lakeland Sheep farmers ~ and your lovely poem "Rang a Distant Bell !" Thanks for another gem ~ Yours as ever BRIAN,

          • Fay Slimm.

            So grateful for your continued input to my humble efforts at verse dear Brian - - yes winter is hard to land workers the country over and they all deserve recognition for meeting the challenge with grit. - Glad too you liked the form I chose - i.e. the rectangular blocs of words - it seemed the right way to present hard frozen ground..

          • dusk arising

            Tell me a tale, tell me. Oh you told this so well.... winter was here in all its stark crispness, frost in my whiskers and exhaled breath-mists, headlamps on frost, gloves and duffle coats (remember those). Call me a romantic but the pictures your words brought to mind. Thank you, very very enjoyable. Goes into my favourites.

            • Fay Slimm.

              Delighted the words brought back wintery memories for you my friend.Thank you too form putting it among your favs.

            • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

              great piece of writing fay .. i love your style of writing .. you seem talented 🙂

            • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

              winter does not care for its impact upon the land or on animals ... it just is .. winter , sadly it can impact negatively

            To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.