Today I am pleased to host this lovely poem from fellow Holme Valley Poet Vic Slade.
HOW TO LOOK AT BLUEBELLS. You need a slope not Too pronounced, then A levelling off. Trees help, as useful Frames, or as woodland Flavour. Old beeches With their sandy, mottled boles Breathe antique distinction, Their leaves managing The sun, to dapple The light and dissolve The dark. Now bend a knee Not too reverentially, Raise the eyes and Like a flat shore-pebble Skimmed across a sea Enter, slower and slower, Into its embrace: An Aegean Sea of Empyrean blue And emerald green. A gentle breeze, if You can conjure one, Will send the surface Sighing like breath. No quinqueremes of Nineveh But cargoes of delight. Beauty is Truth as The poet said, and, in truth It may overwhelm us. Luckily, wrecked on this sea We, survivors, will make it home Like Odysseus to his Penelope.
Vic was born in Plympton Saint Mary, near Plymouth, more or less a year before WW2 was declared. Having survived the Blitz, he was one of the first beneficiaries of the 1944 Education Act, becoming a ‘scholarship boy’. He went on to study at the Universities of Edinburgh, Durham, and Leeds, and became a lifelong student, reader, and teacher of literature, language and theatre. He has written the libretti for two operas for schools, both of which have been performed. It is only recently that he has started to write poetry.
pic: Bluebells in Pryor’s Wood, Stevenage by Colin – licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0