Mist loiters on the edge of vision
our overgrown hazel reaches up
pleading, as we snip and saw
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The Cheesesellers Wife
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Mist loiters on the edge of vision
our overgrown hazel reaches up
pleading, as we snip and saw
Copyright © 2021 Kim Whysall-Hammond
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Pollard– a new word for my vocabulary. Very nice verse.
Art
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Thanks Art. I love the sound of pollard rolling around my mouth.
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Just done that with a lime and a hornbeam. Ash is next.
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Are you using the sticks? We build arches with our hazel sticks each year.
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Our hazels aren’t big enough to coppice yet and I’m not sure if lime sticks are good for anything but burning. We have willow too but the daughter of a neighbour has a business making baskets and other stuff out of willow wands so we let her have them.
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Ouch, I can almost feel the snips! So well done.
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You may hear some more –we haven’t finished the job yet…..
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There is a real immediacy to your haiku. I could picture the scene as I read.
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Thanks!
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I kept looking for a critter in the hazel😉
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Often our hens like to lurk around the Hazel, but they are in their own lockdown, against Bird Flu.
A Robin kept on sitting on the branches and scolding us. He was worried about his nest in the ivy on the fence behind.
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It always grieves me to trim my plants even when I know I must. (K)
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Some how pruning and pollarding are thearaputic for me.
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I can see that. My plants are indoor ones, so I can’t really let them run wild at all.
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Um…I tend to (accidentally) kill all house plants. :(
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I’ve killed plenty in my time too…
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I always feel sad when trees and shrubs have to be trimmed, and you’ve captured that so well in few words, Kim.I love the ambiguity of the mist loitering on the edge of vision and the possessive pronoun ‘our’. ‘Snip and saw’ is evocative in its sibiliant onomatopoeia.
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Thank you Kim. The lines came to me while I was sawing away…..
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I wonder if the hazel felt it? It certainly sounds like it is in capable hands. Plants wither and die the moment I so much as look at them!
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I love gardnening, and most of my plants thrive. However, don’t ask me about carrots and houseplants!
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