Tag Archives: Spring

Springstorm

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It looks like it’s snowing outside
Blossom blows past our window
And some people stay indoors, complaining
It’s getting everywhere
It’s really annoying
I sort of agree
But then there’s talk of cutting down trees…
To prevent it happening again
Because we can’t stop the wind

I go out
The tiny petals irritate my eyes and go down my throat, making me cough
But you know what?
Eventually, it dies down
Stops
Leaves everything covered in a blanket of blossom
It’s a beautiful mess.

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The right weather for writing

Earlier this month, Writer’s Relief posed the following question on Twitter.

‘Quick! Gut instinct. Better to write on a sunny day, or a rainy one?’

As requested, I went with my gut instinct and replied ‘A sunny one. Always.’ The fact that it happened to be a sunny day and I was writing at the time may have biased my response somewhat, as, later that week, I  realised that I have, at other times, been of the opinion that a rainy day is the best time to write.

So I got to thinking… Does it actually matter to me what the weather is like when I’m writing? I am just as happy sitting on the bedroom floor at home writing in my notebook while rain drums against the window, as on a park bench warmed by the afternoon the sun, using the notebook function on my mobile. The weather may feature in my writing if I am particularly inspired by it, but I have been equally inspired by a rainy day as by a sunny one.

So having given it some more thought, I’ve now come to the conclusion that there’s no ‘right,’ weather for writing… At least, not for me. I either feel like writing, or I don’t.  As you may know if you’ve been reading recently, I tend to write more from spring onwards but that’s not really about the weather. The weather may have a bearing on my mood and therefore the content of my writing, but otherwise the two are not necessarily connected.

What do you think? Do you prefer to write in certain types of weather?

Defiant Daffodils

Hello dear readers, good to ‘see’ you again. I hope you enjoyed this week of small stones. I really enjoyed writing them, both as a kickstart to my creativity, and as an exercise in mindfulness.

As a result of this week, I notice I have some new readers… Welcome! Do grab a cup of tea and toasted teacake. Glad you could join us.

Good Friday

So, I promised something different at the weekend didn’t I? Well, I have decided to stick with poetry this week so have written a poem for you – this started as a small stone on the day I wrote ‘Roadworks,’ but I decided to be a bit cheeky with it.

If you were here last year, you may remember that I talked about the poem that sums up my spring…? Well, here’s my version of that poem, with apologies to Wordsworth.

Defiant Daffodils

I wandered with baby from Leyton to Stratford
Both of us lost in daytime dreams
When, distracted from my reverie
I saw a flash of yellow and green

Between the empty bottles of Diamond White and Holsten Pils
Grew some ghetto strength daffodils
Golden streaks of sun among last nights debris
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Instapoem 23.03.11 – Toddler

So, I was over at Instapoem yesterday, trying to write a poem in 5 minutes using the prompt for the previous day ‘box.’ 15 minutes later the page was still blank.

So, I thought I’d have a go today, using yesterday’s prompt ‘toddler.’ This was much more successful.

I have no idea why I started using the prompt from the previous day, I think I had my dates mixed up. Anyway, here’s my ‘toddler’ piece.

Toddler

Daffodils poke their heads through the undergrowth
Like an eager toddler, each turns hungrily towards the sun
Sated, they begin their thankful dance
Spring has sprung.

If you like the idea of instapoem poetry prompts, you might like to follow Debbie Ohi (@inkyelbows) on twitter for more great ideas, writing and illustrations.

Whose words sum up your spring?

Last February, inspired by Edinburgh’s ‘Carry a poem’ reading campaign, I wrote about  William Blake’s ‘Augeries of Innocence’, a poem I ‘carry’ with me and find soothing and inspiring.

Today, as the weather starts to become milder and I finally feel like we’re entering spring, another poem came to mind – Wordsworth’s ‘Daffodils.’ This is also a poem I have carried with me for some time, which always comes to mind at this time of year. Whenever I hear or see it I think of clear blue skies and lush green fields, and imagine myself walking over a hill to be greeted by Wordsworth’s dancing daffodils, their golden faces smiling towards me. Just thinking about it now brings a smile to my face.

So, I thought I would simply share this with you today and hope it takes you to that happy place it takes me to:

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Many thanks to John Johnston for letting me use this lovely photograph of Daffodils after the rain from his garden in the spring.

What poems do you think of at this time of year, and where do they take you to..?

Hello Sunshine

A little while ago, I wrote a blog post about spring, but as we saw more snow in some parts of the UK in the following weeks, perhaps I was a little premature.

Now, having had two days of sunshine in London, I am optimistic that this time, spring really has sprung.  There is blossom on the trees, men are walking the streets with their tops off (yes really, and no, it’s not that warm), and a there is a sense of purpose in the air.  My neighbours have started spring cleaning their houses (I’ll get round to mine eventually), there are more people in the gym then there were in January, and if you’re thinking about going to any festivals this summer, it’s time to start booking now.

As for me, I am just sitting at my kitchen table, listening to the silence as the sunlight streams in through the patio windows, the clock ticking quietly behind me.  Should I be spring cleaning? Maybe. But right now, I am just enjoying the sensation of the sun warming the side of my face as I type this meandering blog post which has no real purpose other than to say Hello, Sunshine.

Springshine

I can smell spring in the air today and it makes me happy.  If pushed, I would say my favourite season is the summer, but I do have a special affection for spring. There’s something about this time of year that feels so full of hope, perhaps it’s the anticipation of what’s to come.

Here’s a poem I wrote about spring last year:

Springshine

A mixed fruit medley dances a honey drizzled tango on my tongue
Face warmed by the afternoon’s unexpected sun
I float outside, wrapped in springshine
Where blossom scented streets re-align my racing mind 
And, re-born into spring
I allow myself 
To Shine.