The opening stanzas from my latest poem destined for the forthcoming book.
Songs of Field and Garden
www.songsoffieldandgarden.com
The Unseen Caller
Today, just now, I heard your song,
It’s spring, I hear — it’s been so long.
I check for coins, and finding none,
Regretfully my luck has gone.
The call is heard across the land,
The time to plant is now at hand.
I am still looking for a talented artist to illustrate this poem in the book (and share in it’s, hopefully, huge success), could this be you or someone you know. If so drop me a line or comment below.
This one is all about the sound, as most of us will never actually see a Cuckoo.
The rhyme structure, the metre and the shortness of the lines is all intended to mirror this wonderful, elusive bird.
When will we first hear that call this year do you think?
Once again the photo used to illustrate this post is by:
theotherkev from pixabay – my thanks to him.
