Sunday, 13 July 2014

Haiku. Wren. Apple Cake.

Poems, especially haiku, take a long time to write, and sometimes I find one unfinished that I have forgotten about, in amongst my notes. Here is a poem I started at the beginning of this year.

While walking by the Wye I heard a wren singing in an ivy covered tree. It was a huge sound, and it seemed to me that it was calling upon the tree to wake, and on the spring to begin. So I took a photo,
and went home and made a load of notes. I always put the date in my notebook, but I can't quite work out if that's 1 or a 2 for the month, so it was either January or February!
I couldn't quite get to the centre of what I wanted to say. It was difficult to express.
So I left it for a while.  Some time later, after writing down an Apple Cake recipe from the internet, and making some lists of things to do, the haiku came into my mind again, so I started working on it as I was baking.
I found it again recently, having been looking for the recipe, remembering that I had written it in a notebook.
 Note that I have written hoorah underneath the utter confusion of the top right had corner. I think this means I believed the haiku to be complete.
 However, I am not so sure now.
Here it is;

one voice declares spring -
ivy shivering with song
trees compelled to wake

I'll leave it, and see what happens next time I come across it!



4 comments:

  1. Lovely to see this development on the page. I think we assume poets work in their heads, so seeing words tried out on paper is illuminating.

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  2. Thank you. To be honest, I can't do a lot in my head before actually needing to see the words on the page. I don't type anything until I am sure it's a finished piece though - got to be the pencil, pen, and paper!

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  3. Wow, fabulous to see your notebook and have an insight into a wordy mind. I love the thought that the little wren is calling for Spring to awaken. Such beautiful words as always. Lx

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  4. Thank you, Laney. The wren is one of my favourite birds - it is so tiny and yet so loud! My other favourite is the heron - much larger and almost completely silent!

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