Writings and Witterings

Up the Bridlepath



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.
Missed him!

That’s what I saw on my walk today.

Polly Robinson © 2013


17 thoughts on “Up the Bridlepath

  1. Love it, Polly! This poem read like a chocolate box :-).


  2. A rabbit! A fox! A TOAD!!! I love all the movement in this Polly – you can almost see them all skittering, hopping, swooping and scuttling in their own way… Today you are the David Attenborough of poetry. 😉


  3. It’s nice to live around nature. Though be careful with the fox if you plan to keep chickens or rabbits they can be bastards if they figure out how to get at them.


  4. So glad the rabbit got away. Lovely walk you had, miss P.


  5. Phew – I’m glad you let the rabbit live 🙂
    It’s a bit different to my walk through the municipal park 🙂


  6. Goodness, such an adventurous walk! 😀


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