The
inspiration behind all three of the poems below was my autumn garden. Each poem was written at various stages throughout the season. As I watched the landscape slowly change from vibrant red
berries, pink flowers and lush green leaves to the dying shades of winter I wanted to try and capture the slowly changing outdoor scene through my words.
The first poem
is something rather special. I wrote it when I was drafting out the story line
for the book I am now working on. I was struggling to find a suitable way for
the story to end. I ventured out into my garden and the words of the poem below
flowed immediately.
I first shared the poem with my Twitter followers in September 2019 and I was delighted when one lady from Philadelphia commented to tell me she had enjoyed reading the poem to the point where it had brought to mind a song she is particularly fond of. The song is called 'Tell Me A Tale' by the talented Michael Kiwanuka.
I immediately listened to the song and I was overwhelmed at what a perfect match it is for my poem. Here is a link to the song on You Tube. It has a lovely laid back, jazzy feel about it. Perfect for relaxing to.
And here is my poem...
Etchings of Autumn
Through a curtain of leaves
summer waves goodbye
as crayons of autumn
etch patterns in my mind.
Rich September palette,
red gold and green
place the brush in my hand,
help me set the scene.
Soft autumn breeze
inspire creativity,
place the pen in my hand
give my story to me.
© Jill Webb September 2019
The subject of the second poem is a feeling of loss. This will be one of the key themes running through my story and I was drawn towards writing the poem when my eyes landed on one of the empty chairs in my garden.
The Empty Chair
A waterfall
of autumn leaves
cascading
memories
tapestry of
fading green
wrap an arm
around me.
Solitude is
a precious thing
a window
into the soul,
wiping hidden
tears away
and showing
the way home.
Lonely nights
are calling
but with stories
left to share
I no longer
want to look
and see
an empty chair.
© Jill Webb October 2019
As I walked down the garden on one of the many rainy days we've been having lately I could feel the first chill of winter in the air. When I noticed the winter jasmine in full flower it instantly lifted my spirits and kind of illuminated the garden. I tried to capture this feeling in my third poem.
Jasmine Sunshine
Raindrops
like tears,
rolling down
a misty pane,
autumn leaves
twirl and fall,
words we never
got to say.
Tiny streams
of rain
reflect the hazy,
dying light.
Sometimes you
feel so close
I can see things
through your eyes.
Branches shiver
in the wind,
like my mind,
they're never still.
Your voice echoes
in my head
I feel your pain,
shed your tears.
Through grey
autumn mist
a ray of sunshine
appears.
A burst of hope,
a guiding light
eclipsing doubt
and fears.
Whilst you are
in my head
I will listen
to my heart.
Illuminating
splash of gold,
you're my candle
in the dark.
© Jill Webb November 2019
Thank you for taking the time to read my poems. I will be back with more in the not too distant future.
