This week’s theme is a straight steal from the National Trust who have commissioned Elizabeth-Jane Burnett to create a poem for Spring from crowd sourced contributions.
I thought this was such a good idea that it would be better to look at the poem and project themselves, rather than borrow this idea or that, but I hope that something from it will inspire your own thoughts on Spring. Elizabeth-Jane Burnett has numbered things, inventory style, according to how often various words were suggested. But there is no need for you to go down that route unless you want to. An inventory of the gorse blossoms in bloom on the island just now would be a bit difficult.
Here is an extract from the poem:
An extract from Spring, An Inventory by Elizabeth-Jane Burnett
Fifty-four hopes in the hardwood held,
slow, the hour brightens
through damp roots and fused shoots the pressure wells,
fifty-one blossoms on the cherry swell,
tiny beech leaves ripen.
Fifty-four hopes in the hardwood held
slow, the hour brightens.
Forty-four trees in the waking woods,
forty-one spilling gardens.
Five cherry trees where the blackbirds stood,
thirty-five joys through their gleaming broods,
thirty-eight buds nectar-guarding
in forty-four trees in the waking woods,
in forty-one spilling gardens.