John Rickell

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

John Rickell Poems

1. Butterfly Trapped In A Norfolk Church 11/3/2013
2. Mountain Stream 1/20/2014
3. The Lane 1/16/2014
4. Joan 1/25/2014
5. Mozart Symphony 39 3/7/2014
6. The Cuckoo 12/5/2014
7. Opium Poppy (Edited January 2014) 1/23/2014
8. Building Site Walsall Uk 2/19/2014
9. Floating On Ferns 2/20/2014
10. The Foxglove 2/20/2014
11. The Kissing Gate 2/20/2014
12. London Pride 2/20/2014
13. The Cuckoo (Edited Februart 2914) 2/21/2014
14. Queen Anne's Lace 1/18/2014
15. In Awe Of Nature 1/17/2014
16. Simple Song 11/8/2013
17. Drawing The Alphabet 4/10/2014
18. The Irish Boy 2/21/2014
19. The Aspen Tree 1/18/2014
20. The Fen 12/5/2014
21. Potatoes And Carrots 3/8/2015
22. Betwys Y Coed 1/17/2014
23. Coming Home 1/17/2014
24. Foxglove 1/17/2014
25. The Building Site (Walsall 2009) 1/18/2014
26. Digitalis Purpurea 11/4/2013
27. Barmaid 11/7/2013
28. Opera 1/18/2014
29. Fields Free Of Snow 1/19/2014
30. Two Voices 1/19/2014
31. Curlew Calls 2/21/2014
32. Gentle Waves 3/25/2014
33. The Water Mill 2/20/2014
34. Icicles 2/20/2014
35. Books In Dusty Solitude 2/21/2014
36. First Love 2/20/2014
37. Can You Hear The Rurmbles? 2/20/2014
38. Cyclamen 2/20/2014
39. Go Home 2/19/2014
40. Druids 2/19/2014
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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Shropshire In January

The Shropshire lane makes its uncertain way
Passed the old school house at Pennerley
Untaught for many a year,
The children now with siblings of their own.
Passed the old mine shafts
Where lead and silver long since ceased.
Crumbled walls where once
A poor man kept alive, but just,
A family far too large for comfort,

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