Priory Cottage Summer.
A group of three poems under the one title.
To sit beneath the cherry
now, where silence stems from
every bough. Orbs of green
fair blush with red, bejewelled
gifts for autumn’s tread.
This gentle garden country
blessed, holds to her heart
a treasure chest.
Aflare with flower, perfumed
pressed a buxom beauty
– Priory Cottage Harvest –
Fields have cast aside
and bask unclothed
beneath the sun.
© sweetwater 2023
Love the first and last of these Sue, such rich images, delightful. my only real nit with the second poem was the line break on country, it threw me off, would you consider breaking after blessed instead, for me it would help but it could just be me, Very much enjoyed. Keith
Thank you very much for commenting Keith, and for the helpful suggestion for the second poem, I have now rectified things and you are perfectly correct it does read much better.
Those ghastly comma’s get me every time 🙂
I am so pleased you enjoyed these poems, I was dog sitting at my daughters country cottage for the week and the countryside is truly stunning. I honestly did not want to leave.
Much appreciate your comment Trevor thank you. It is a wonderful place, a small hamlet of old stone cottages, small farms and the gift of retaining a centuries old atmosphere, I wish I could stay there forever. I too thought about making it one poem but as I wrote them as separate stand alone poems I only incorporated them to submit on here. I tried setting it out with the rhyming words ending the lines but I wasn’t keen, so I used the wrap around style and it seemed to suit the flow more. I am very happy that you… Read more »
Nice little vignettes
But I do believe the last three lines of the second poem deserve your attention and revision
Thank you for reading and commenting I appreciate your suggestion for those lines, and if you had given me an idea of the problem you see I would happily give it another look, but for me it conveys the thoughts and feelings that came to me as sat in the garden, I did of course give it several rewrites until I thought it was a true reflection of the scene as I saw it. Sue.