John Rickell

Rookie - 183 Points [Blackbird] (november 1945 / York)

John Rickell Poems

1. Brambles Showing Green 11/4/2013
2. Memories Of Robert Frost 11/4/2013
3. Serenade 11/4/2013
4. Intruder The 11/5/2013
5. The Hut 1 11/5/2013
6. The Hut 2 11/5/2013
7. The Hut 3 11/5/2013
8. Rent 11/5/2013
9. Rainbow 11/5/2013
10. In Praise Of The Dandelion 11/7/2013
11. Kissing Gate 11/7/2013
12. Breathe Deep The Midnight Air 11/7/2013
13. Love 11/7/2013
14. Judas 11/7/2013
15. Shelve Wood 11/7/2013
16. Blackbird 11/1/2013
17. Sculptor The 11/1/2013
18. Peels Arms Apple Pie And Cheese 11/1/2013
19. Shropshire In January 11/2/2013
20. The Lady And The Parasol 1 11/2/2013
21. Felix 11/2/2013
22. Is There No Rose? 11/3/2013
23. I Dreamed The Cooling Eve 11/3/2013
24. Jigsaw 11/3/2013
25. Kids In A War 11/8/2013
26. The Night Garden 11/7/2013
27. Children Playing In The Wood 11/8/2013
28. The Lady And The Parasol 2 11/8/2013
29. Awake My Love 11/8/2013
30. The Lady And The Parasol 3 (Cariatid) 11/8/2013
31. The Statue 11/8/2013
32. The Moon In Her Wisdom 11/8/2013
33. Remember Not Tomorrow 11/8/2013
34. Race Course Hollows 11/8/2013
35. Windowpanes 11/9/2013
36. Meeting 1/4/2014
37. Oyster Shells 1/4/2014
38. The Empty Cottage 1/7/2014
39. Lament 11/3/2013
40. Go Slow Sweet Moon 11/3/2013
Best Poem of John Rickell

Butterfly Trapped In A Norfolk Church




Where were you last Christmas
hiding in the dust behind the altar
underneath an oaken pew
patched in darker brown, not oak
like the patch on a poor man's coat
Proudly wrought?
The peace of God around you
trapped in loving kindness,
fading altar flowers no food for you
anxious glances to the door,
the mesh obstructed door to keep out birds,
which kept you in, had I not come.
You let me take you from the sill
filled my hand with joy
bride-like walked with me along the aisle.
I threw you to the sun and wind
saw flowers tremble in ...

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Felix

Old Felix came and went
His business combs and buttons
Ones for nits, the others brass and cotton
To be squashed by wooden roll.
How big his feet in sagging shoes
How bowed his coat, herring bone and worn
A heavy coat, a winter coat....
In blazing June.
A poor man, a good man,

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