Language of Ferns
“Nature always speaks, if we have ears to listen.”
Language of ferns - Stormwolf
At dawn
I watched your fronds unfurl
in obediance to a filtered sun.
From stalks
savagely pruned in autumn
to enhance conformity…
order.
I wondered at your robust desire
to manifest a reborn,
green exuberance.
Cut down to the earth
then unfolding in celebration,
a sacred re-affirmation.
teaching…
In the stillness you spoke.
And I,
your rapt and humble pupil
listened.
Totally drawn in to this beautiful poem, I could feel, see and almost touch those ferns, wonderfully atmospheric. Sue. X
Hi Sue!
Many thanks for your kind comments. I was beginning to wonder if a poem would ever come again but thankfully nature always stimulates something in me.
Alison x
Hi Alison,
What’s not to like? Makes me wish I was more in tune with nature, to be honest. I get the impression that this is all accompanied by a loud silence, if you get my drift? I reckon unfurl, would work better than unfurling…
Cheers,
Jim x
Hi Jim,
Yes! Spot on. A deafening silence and other-wordly pause in the hubbub of life. Your suggestion is perfect! Thank you. It does indeed read so much better.
It was originally uncurling so I changed to unfurling without giving it enough thought. Now I have to re-record the bugger 😉
Alison x
great ending lines well written piece
xx
Thank you Nic xxx
Loved those lines:
At dawn
I watched your fronds unfurl
in obedience to a filtered sun.
Some beautiful use of metaphors and very much enjoyed reading.
Featheredwing.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
Alison x
Thank you to whoever nominated this poem. I am very grateful and delighted.
Alison x