How Now, Brown Plough?


How Now Brown Plough?

The dark rich colour
falls from multi-share machinery,
smoothes out the varied shades
that were left by the harrow,
sun-dried to an almost-grey.
Little by little
the deep tones spread
across the horizon
punctuated by pesky stones.


© Viv Blake 19.4.14

Robert Brewer at PAD has asked for a poem with a colour in the title.  This couldn’t have fallen better for me.  While we were eating lunch, the devoted farmer started putting the finishing touches to the big field which we admire from our house.  The poem popped out immediately I saw the prompt!


All poetry, prose and pictures posted here, except where otherwise stated, is my own, and may only be used elsewhere with my expressed permission. Please don't be inhibited from correcting my bloopers and making suggestions: Most of what I post here is instant, ill-considered and off-the-cuff, in serious need of editing.
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5 Responses to How Now, Brown Plough?

  1. colonialist says:

    How now, the colour put you in the moo-d!


  2. catterel says:

    A different kind of chocolate for Easter?


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