Scatter woods

The heart would were my thoughts unwalled,
Marry to dissolve in the swaddling scape,
Like sap from a tree, the vital spirit dipped

In honeycomb, play host to my lot
That I may reap the harvest in the eternal hour
And drench within to loosen the knot,

A keener joy distilled in the canopy
That draws my breath as if to replenish
The morning dew – resplendent in the tracery,

Rustling leaves mute the silence
And root my tangled feet among the trees
Where shadows espy semblance,

Altered in attendant nature I stood
To quench and dally – copious, to trance
The unbridled tread in the scatter woods,

Like an ancient eclipse that awes the sight
To multiply the plough by the sun and moon
A wooded scape unmasks the day from the night

And baptises the fettered mind into light, Breaking
Through the finest thread of natures original shroud.

 

by Jenny A Jones

 

 

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Poem -The vale of rest

The Vale of Rest is published in the Pre-raphaelite society book, a collection of poems inspired by the Pre-raphaelite artists. The following is an extract from the poem written by JAJones. The book is available at: http://www.lulu.com/shop/serena-trowbridge/pre-raphaelite-poetry/paperback/product-18939081.html

Recount on me…from your perspective
This Vale of Rest, a fathomless scene?
A picture of awe frames the indebted captive
Transcend curious Amaranth your mine to wean:
Stand at the edge times eternal consign:
Prolific time guides every visitation,
This day broods in wistfulness design,
I through you set my sights, smitten contemplation:
The boundless liberty of the mind, faithful restorer,
Redeems summers gaze from a reclining sun
In the ascending evening: nights vapour
Overshadows the vale, submerge wholesome
The fascination like a subterranean pioneer;
Cleave the scene embed the shroud,
Atone sorrows clay to visionary clouds.
 (Extract by Jenny Amelia Jones)