Good evening, fellow poets! Ingrid of Experiments in Fiction here, spinning some sonnets and Spring inspiration for this first Open Link Night of ‘British Summer Time’ here in the UK…our clocks went forward at the weekend, a fact for which I am grateful, as the time difference between here and the US was causing me no end of confusion up to this point!
We have been enjoying some beautiful spring weather, which lifts the spirits in spite of devastating events unfolding on the world stage. This juxtaposition puts me in mind of Blake’s poem ‘The Ecchoing Green:’
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring.
The sky-lark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells’ cheerful sound.
While our sports shall be seen
On the Ecchoing Green.
Old John, with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak,
Among the old folk,
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say.
‘Such, such were the joys.
When we all girls & boys,
In our youth-time were seen,
On the Ecchoing Green.’
Till the little ones weary
No more can be merry
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end:
Round the laps of their mothers,
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest;
And sport no more seen,
On the darkening Green.
I realise it is not Spring all over the world, but wherever you are, you can always take inspiration from nature for your poetry, and follow the advice of another of my favourite poets, Wordsworth, in his poem ‘The Tables Turned‘:
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.
And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—
We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
For OLN, you are invited to link up ONE poem on any subject, any form or free verse: the choice is yours. If you’re new to dVerse, here’s how we roll:
- Post a poem on your blog and mention or tag dVerse in your post (link back to this post if possible.)
- Link up your poem by pasting the link from your post into the ‘Mr Linky’ widget below.
- Spend some time reading and commenting on the other linked-up poems: we all come here to read and be read!
- You are most welcome to the pub: we are a friendly and encouraging group of poets united by a love of poetry!
I leave you with some music to celebrate the changing of the seasons:
Good evening, or whatever time of day you find yourself in at this moment! I know that many of you are gearing up for a full month of poetry, so I have a fully-stocked bar ready to wet your creative whistles…
Björn Rudberg (brudberg) said:
Hello… so nice to be back to normal… 9 PM is a lot easier than 8PM for me… see you all on the poetry trail
Oh heavens! Is it 9pm where you are? I find time zones so confusing 😅
Glenn A. Buttkus said:
Ingrid, there is something wrong with your link; says page can’t be found. Thanks for hosting.
I think my scheduler was out of sync with dVerse, Glenn: it’s up now! Thanks for checking 😅
Greetings Ingrid And All
Good Evening and Best Wishes from the UK. It’s 8.00 here, right now. I trust this finds everyone well, whatever time zone you’re in! Here is my latest offering – The Spark’– a somewhat defiant new poem for this Springtime, only just published on the website this week. Tough times for us all to live through and witness right now, though this our creative exchange and kinship helps keep us warm. Looking forward to some of that tonight … Maybe check out ‘Joy’ too…
A wonderful welcoming message, Scott, thank you!
Hi Ingrid and all. Full month of poetry for me and I will try to respond to as many dVerse prompts as I can. 😅
Will catch up with reading soon.
All the best on the poetry trail, Punam: it’s great to have you here!
Thanks so much, Ingrid. It always feels great to be here.
Hello Ingrid and All. Smokelike sheets of miniscule snowbit are floating through right now. The birds don’t seem to mind. Am pulling some pics I took yesterday while walking in the drenching rain at the park and will write to them and link up a little later. Happy OLN!
I look forward to reading you, Lisa! We’ve had flurries of snow here too…
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hope you are all ok
i will be reading in the morning before work, the poems here puts me me in a good frame of mind to deal with my normal day to day
Sounds great Rog! See you on the reading trail…
Friends, I must step out of the bar for a little while in order to put the little ones to bed…we are open all hours though, and I will be back on the reading trail soon!
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Hi Ingrid and all! I’ve revised something I wrote that also fit the early bird prompt for NaPoWriMo. Thank you for hosting, Ingrid!
Thanks Merril! I’m heading to bed now, but I’ll be back to read in the morning 🙂
Hi Ingrid and all poets and visitors! So nice to be here for OLN. I’ll be out for a bit but will return to read and comment. Gayle xo
You are most welcome to the bar, Gayle!
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Gillena Cox said:
Hope everyone is having a good Thursday
I hope you are, too, Gillena! Happy Thursday!
Rob Kistner said:
Thank you for hosting Ingrid. An hour ago I got the final heartbreaking diagnosis from my doctor. The arthritis in my hands is too advanced for surgery to ever make the fingers nimble again. Creating my mixed-media art is over for me. I have written, and linked to, a very personal haibun today.
I am so very sorry to hear this Rob. Thank you for visiting 🙏
Thanks for hosting, Ingrid. I’ll see you all tomorrow at NaPoWriMo, I hope!
You’re welcome, Xan!
Christine Bolton, Poetry for Healing said:
Yes! Spring has sprung here too. Are you back in England for a vacation? ☺️💕
No, I’m back permanently! Thanks for stopping by, Christine, I will be over to read shortly 😊
Christine Bolton, Poetry for Healing said:
You are back in England permanently? How wonderful! I’m happy for you ☺️💕
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Wordsworth, yes, Blake, always a reason to stop and read for me, thank you for hosting Ingrid. Soo glad your spring has sprung what a joy.
Thank you, Paul: I realise it’s heading the other way where you are, but autumn is another beautiful season!
Yes, here autumn is quite unusual compared to what I gre up with in the north, but certainly beautiful. The light is amazing, especially through the trees.
Unfortunately, I am unable to access your site using the link provided, or from my browser!
You had that problem once before, but I can’t find any glitch in the process, I’m uncertain of a remedy at this point. Sorry it is so complicated.
It must be a browser issue at my end – I was able to access your site using my phone!
Cindy Georgakas said:
Beautiful spring lift with these amazing poems and Carol King is always a lift! 💖💖💖