Day 13 at Napowrimo and our prompt for today is simply to take a walk. ‘Make notes — mental or otherwise — on what you see on your walk, and incorporate these notes into your poem.’
What do I see on my walk today …
empty crushed cartons line the lane,
the wind brings them here to irritate
country dwellers. Cold chip wrappings,
crisp packets, foil, soggy, crumpled plastic bottles.
But wait, further on, up the bridlepath,
through the crooked gate away from the road,
here are newts, grass snakes, a toad.
Up past the marsh bog a vixen appears,
over the mead, to the hedgerow she jogs.
And there, in the hedge, once the danger has gone,
a rabbit comes nibbling; skitters along.
Buzzards overhead, a pair, no three,
they’re looking down at the pheasant,
the rabbit, and me.
The pheasant croaks, cries, as if to warn
the rabbit, who runs through wet grass to …
[hold your breath!] Escape,
just in time as the buzzard dives.
That’s what I saw on my walk today.
Polly Robinson © 2013