Post a Poem a Day for 5 days Challenge: my poem ‘Two Cups’

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For the third day of the Post a Poem a Day for 5 days Challenge here is ‘Two Cups’ which is in my poetry collection Notes From a Bright Field (Cultured Llama Publishing, 2013) and I nominate Nell Nelson​ to post one of her poems every day for 5 days and tag someone new each day.

Two Cups

Now she’s dead I do it all the time.
I’m always setting out two cups for tea.
I bought her favourite biscuits just last week,
I can’t get used to not having her here.
There’s no one else to tell about the birds
or when The Archers start or to ask
if we should risk the plants out overnight.
The frost might come and then you’ve lost the lot.
I’m always setting out two cups for tea
and shouting her it’s raining, but she’s gone.
A woman comes to clean. She’s very nice.
She doesn’t talk much though and we don’t laugh.
I find I have too much time by myself.
I’d give anything to have her back again.

 

 

photo Rose Cook

http://www.rosecook.wordpress.com

May days, moist and blooming

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A Skip and a Hop: A Series of Walks

  

1.

 

The wood grows kinder as we walk,

then noticing begins: bright leaf, a cobweb catches light.

The sun this time of year shines slant

down from the right, the columned trees

drawn straight with leaf-filled hollows,

then turn a bend to find one bush ablaze,

side lit, illuminated as by an angel.

 

Birds sing, twigs snap, cones tumble through.

Wrapped about by trees, walk on,

step over roots, breathe wooded air,

until the furrowed field, with its beech spinney full of gold.

 

2.

 

To walk beside a small girl who is happy

is a joy, how she dances – skip, hop, bound.

I wonder when we began not to skip?

There she goes – high step, half step, skip.

 

3.

 

The great thing about a labyrinth is,

it’s not a puzzle or a tricky path at all,

but a single quiet path, in and out,

a labyrinth is where one can be found.

No shortcuts, but to enjoy the sacred walk.

 

I walk out on each full moon, for a year,

walking, taking photographs, getting lost,

these take the form of pilgrimages as a vow

to keep the connection through observations.

 

Walking forward becomes linked to trust,

returning again to the fall of breath.

It is the breath alone that signals hope,

that life is here, continuous.

 

4.

 

After a long walk, feeling sad, return to find

someone has left a flower on the windscreen,

random kindness tucked there, the heart fills.

It takes little to change the movement of the tide.

 

 

photograph and poem Rose Cook

from Notes From A Bright Field – Rose Cook  available http://www.culturedllama.co.uk

To Wake Up In The Morning And Be Happy For No Reason At All

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To Wake Up In The Morning And Be Happy For No Reason At All

 

There’s a kind of dripping thing

called love. I find I have done

everything to avoid it,

but let there be love as sturdy

as a white enamel bin filled with bread,

something used absolutely every day,

the kitchen table, teapot, kettle.

 

Let it be as sacred as a cellar door,

sideways as scullery.

liminal as doorstep,

wide as wind in the trees,

as ruby rich and spreading

as the copper beech outside.

 

Let it be ours, fierce in its telling,

soft in its showing

appreciated for its very existence

for here, this is heart.

 

 

photo and poem Rose Cook

for International Women’s Day

 

On Bringing Up Girls

 

 

Aren’t you going to clip her wings?

they said, That’s usual for a girl her age, isn’t it?

We said we didn’t want to clip her wings

and they watched our little daughter grow

bright and strong, then they said

 

Aren’t you going to tie her feet? That’s

advisable for a young girl, isn’t it?

We said we didn’t want to tie her feet

so they saw a young woman growing

clear and brave. Before they could say anything else

we said, Now it is time to teach her to fly.

They fell back.

 

They are teaching her to fly, they repeated,

teaching her to fly.

How wonderful, murmured their daughters,

and how interesting.

 

 

poem and photograph Rose Cook

poem from Notes From a Bright Field – Rose Cook (pub Cultured Llama 2013)

For International Women’s Day March 8th

 

On Bringing Up Girls

 

Aren’t you going to clip her wings?

they said, That’s usual for a girl her age, isn’t it?

We said we didn’t want to clip her wings

and they watched our little daughter grow

bright and strong, then they said

 

Aren’t you going to tie her feet? That’s

advisable for a young girl, isn’t it?

We said we didn’t want to tie her feet

so they saw a young woman growing

clear and brave. Before they could say anything else

we said, Now it is time to teach her to fly.

They fell back.

 

They are teaching her to fly, they repeated,

teaching her to fly.

How wonderful, murmured their daughters,

and how interesting.

Rose Cook