Eagle led me into the woods yesterday after school. Read to the end to see the poem our hike inspired. A forest grows between the golf course and the bike path following reclaimed railroad tracks half mile (1K) from the school. Oak trees, standing and fallen. Those that were horizontal were covered with half moon mushrooms.
We walked a kilometer through the woods and the city disappeared. A sacred quiet descended. I felt uprooted from time. When were we? Were minutes in motion? We arrived in the spiritual home of the mushrooms. Was it once named that way, rather than by the family name of the owner…?
The mushrooms took many different shapes, as they did their work returning nutrients to the soil.
Silent workers, recycling trees, feeding tree children grown into the canopy above.
It is always dawn and dusk Time moves on geographically The terminator line marches inexorably Round and round the planet Smoothed across the sparkling Pacific Cut to shreds by jagged mountains Rippled across desert dunes Unnoticed in the mega-cities Each second brings a thousand tiny awakenings A thousand tiny refugees from sleep A thousand predatory opportunities A thousand closings
What are the words? Bright, cheery red, bob-bob-bobbing? My Robin has read Ted Hughes he pulls worms fighting from the stiff soil terrorises chickens, birds a hundred times his size fights to the death for territory. He is now lurking in our small unproductive Fig tree that leans awkwardly out of a fake ceramic tub. The pigeons by the pond look uneasy.
This poem is my attempt at sing the sijo form. Sijo is a traditional Korean poetry form. It has three lines, like haiku, and the lines are 14-16 syllables. The themes can be natural, spiritual or humorous.
Thank you Rebecca for your poetry Challenge that introduced me to this form.
The photo on this blog was taken by my then 12 year old son, on the trip the poem describes……
Something is dead in the hedgerow there is a sharp sweet pungent smell so much bigger than the tiny corpse that birthed it a little dormouse whose soft nose once twitched in sleep is now laid out, opened out a feast for the myriad creatures of decay
For Tony, who is a Seed Guardian for the UK Heritage Seed Library. The crops we rely on for food need to be diverse so that diseases cannot totally wipe out our food supplies , but agrobusiness concentrates on only a few varieties.