CONVALESCENCE FOLLOWING A HOUSE MOVE

Summer passed without my presence;
sunshine seen through many a window –
enforced bed rest no way to live
where I didn’t want to be.

Now the pendulum has swung
to Autumn with its evening chill,
yet still I lurk indoors in waiting
for release from prison cell.

An early harvest in the maize-field –
soon to come outside my window –
may reveal a wider prospect:
trees to titillate my will
to walk at last along the lane,
enjoy my freedom to the full.

I wanted to write something for dVerse Open Link Night, but poetry is hard to come by just now.  So, I turned to Shakespeare’s sonnets on my Kindle, from which number 12 sparked the germ of an idea – which turned into the quasi sonnet above – Shakespeare it is not, but it will have to do. Here’s a taste of what inspired me:

When I do count the clock that tells the time ….
…when  lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
and summer’s green all girded up in sheaves …
…and nothing ‘gainst Time’s scythe can make defence
save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

William Shakespeare, from Sonnet XII

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11 Responses to CONVALESCENCE FOLLOWING A HOUSE MOVE

  1. I could feel the autumn chill in the air. Sweet melancholy feel to me or just shy of it. Thanks for sharing.

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  2. Irene says:

    Ha, is it autumn already? Poem feels like a breath of fresh air.

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  3. Grace says:

    I hope you feel better and can get out to enjoy the autumn season ~

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  4. Tony Maude says:

    Slow and easy is the way; I know the frustration of not being able to do all – or even any – of what you want to. I know the frustration of poetry being hard to come by as well. Lovely to see you at the pub, Viv … smiles.

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  5. Pat Hatt says:

    Stuck is no fun under any sun, hopefully soon there will be a new tune

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  6. Laurie Kolp says:

    I’ve been concerned, Viv, not “seeing” you around. Bless you, dear friend.

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  7. I can feel the sadness in your poem; I am wishing for a beautiful long and warmish autumn so that when you are back on your feet, you can spend as much time outside comfortably as you like. 🙂

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  8. How are you Viv? Hope you are getting better. Carina 🙂

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  9. brian miller says:

    i know it is hard being couped up…i feel for you..and i hope this passes soon and the beauty of autumn reinvigorate you and bring freedom as well…

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  10. restlessjo says:

    You’re getting there, lass 🙂 Just hang on!

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