As anyone who reads this blog knows, my natural tendency in poetry is to rhyme. I can’t help it most times. It sort of pours out of me like the rain pours here in Scotland – mostly interminable with occasional bursts of sunshine to ring the changes.
Naturally, I’d love more sunshine but I’ve learned to love the downpours, the drizzle, the being dumped on from above. Hyperbole anyone? But I have learned to love the watery sunshine and the new growth that emerges so furiously after a deluge, the myriad shades of green and the promise of pastel relief.
Mostly I’ve learned to appreciate the sun when it does deign to chase the clouds away and then I’m like every other Scot enjoying the break from the seemingly incessant rain – get your kit off, harvest the rays and let the sun work its magic on pale skin.
We mushrooms might live in too much darkness, way too much moisture but we’re very tasty with a bit of square-sliced sausage and some bacon. Plain bread, brown sauce. Gawd, I’m starving! And we like to turn rotten into meaningful – slight political allusion there. 😉
Anyway, here’s my first Shadorma as far as I remember – mushrooms not being as noted for memory as taste and a slight hint of danger if not picked carefully!
I couldn’t resist a bit of free verse challenge too. Did I mention we Scots like a challenge on our plate?
( Shadorma Challenge – Passing Time )
Or festooned by rain
Winters Byzantine’s fall
Mushrooms’ summer stance
Insouciant to Northern needs
Strange seasonal rhythm,
Clear skies belie what always gathers
To favour lush growth
And so the greens are very green
Of every hue
Weathered temples succumb to rot
As nature’s need to rejuvenate
Flushes and fuels, sprouting mushrooms,
Rich in resource, delicacies hardened and hardy,
Even in unnatural darkness
Bringing forth flavours
Building on the old.
Normal rhyming service will no doubt be restored because a new cloud burst always follows here. But, today, the sun is shining. Yay! Strip the veil and cast the spores! 😉