I am a countryman by nature.With my retriever I am in the country most days. Living in a small market town in Shropshire UK
I have been writing free verse since 1970 I am a singer of plainsong and Gregorian chant, which has significantly influenced my poetry.
I have published a book of poems'A stirring in the Air'with photographs by Tom Scot, a grandson, it is being sold on Ebay by... more »
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John Rickell Poems
The mountain stream bubbling towards the sea, silver in the evening light crossing hills and far away.
Butterfly trapped in a Norfolk church
Where were you last Christmas
It winds its drunken way as all lanes since Chesterton, Hedgerows, verges, centuries old green shoots in the fields
I danced her rhythms, long black hair restless feet dark eyes and pouting lips, to my shoulders stood and kissed my cheeks promised more, if I would only wait,
Mozart Symphony 39
Mozart, I antiscipate or think I can. You suggest, imply, leave the rest to my imagination, I wait...... A discord I know will overwhelm
Opium Poppy (edited january 2014)
There is a poppy in the garden the first I've seen in years. Ten years ago they left... were they mourning for my love?
Remote and lonely baritone the first in May, clock-work, mechanical, two notes not to be forgotten
Come sweet be my mistress let me be your lover desires to share and share alike. This secret moss-deep hollow
Queen Anne's Lace
NB Sweethearts an alternative name for Cleavers; Queen Anne's Lace the flower heads of Wild Carrot. Queen Anne's Lace silhouettes in the hedges hawthorns bound in bindweed ties
In Awe Of Nature
I am in awe of nature love her as she me, We are never far apart woods and down the lane styles to lean, gates tied with twine, hinges rusting, mossy green.
FLoating on ferns
Floating half hidden from myself buoyed on ferns and things like that sheltered from the wind and rain trees, shade from the sun and glare.
The Cuckoo (edited Februart 2914)
Remote and lonely baritone the first in May, clock-work, mechanical, two notes not to be forgotten haunting spring time solos sung from oak and ash awakening to a spring confirmed at last.
Drawing The Alphabet
'What did you do at school'? I asked. 'Drew the alphabet' she said.
Statuesque handsome in the shade of the tree wild with crabs tempting as of ages passed legends steeped in belief
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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The mountain stream
bubbling towards the sea,
silver in the evening light
crossing hills and far away.
I lay, my head close to the
dancing water its message clear,
all round chaos that is nature,
above, clouds drift white and soft,
towards the sea black clouds loom,
deer nervous as they graze.
Swans take flight across the lake,
wakes of dripping water from their feet
Otters on the shore and nature sleeps.
I cross the stream stoop to drink
hands cupped... intoxicated.
No thoughts no plans for tomorrow,
chaotic, a child-hood ...