Friday, 25 October 2024

On British Moorlands

 By my window do these moors pass,

like shadows, these British farms.

Some long stalks of bushy grass

or fields of spuds with outstretched arms.


They stand unaffected by the cold;

Embrace the mist and foster the dew.

'Tween them a yellowing Beech old

shakes his leaves to bid adieu.


No sun in sight in a colony of clouds,

yet sweet sparrows do twitter.

Tis their singsong and Boreas' flute

Announcing the oncoming winter.


Though the days shorten and hail falls,

these moors all stand unbothered;

They wait for the spring blossom as

waits Eurydice in death for her betrothed

                                                        - Chinmayee Kulkarni

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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous25/10/2024, 14:10

    Wow after a long time you are back!!

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  2. Anonymous25/10/2024, 17:18

    You painted that picture so well for me... got me back to old days when I used to travel in the UK. Cheers Chinmayee!

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