Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 1)

~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 1) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~


Exiting a bypass, junction 33,

Along a dusty country road,

My strides carried me; further away,

From motorised cacophony.


I dallied, I dawdled,

I lingered here and there,

I listened to the warble,

Of warblers everywhere.


Clacking crows sat in rows,

Gibbering with gabbling gulls,

Yabber, yammer, jibber-jabber

 From tops of telegraph-poles.


I flowed along my road

Alongside field and fold,

Up and over hill crests,

Galumphing over wold.


Until a sty caught my eye,

Wooden, worn, well used,

Over which I tumbled,

To be left a little bruised.


Undeterred I wandered on,

But hadn’t trodden far,

When by a hidden siding,

I found a scarecrow hiding.


A mysterious chap grimacing wide,

Top-hat tilted to one side: but,

An ill-favoured look upon his face,

Had me quicken my rambling pace.


Very soon I became aware,

I was walking a different track,

And yet when I looked behind me,

There was no way back!


Bracken blocked my brambling path,

Hedgerows had grown taller,

I couldn’t see above or beyond,

Twas if I’d grown much smaller


Troubled, confused, puzzled, bemused,

Shivers ran up ‘n’ down my spine,

My enjoyable ramble, my jolly jaunt,

Twas no longer fine!


Whispered words from close behind,

Spun me quickly on my heels,

What stood there before my eyes,

Made me gasp before I reeled.


The grimacing scarecrow, hessian hooded,

Wooded, dressed in rags;

His topper lent an evil bent,

To robes made from body bags.


But its eyes! No longer cross-stitching,

Were black, bleak, bewitching!

O! How they stared at me!

Eyes full of pain, sadness, misery.


I took a big step backwards,

Pressed tight against Blackberry,

But thorns and barbs and piercing things,

Merely punctured or scratched at me.


Curling a twiggy digit, without fabric on it,

The Scarecrow begged me follow,

“Come, come,” it whispered pleading,

Leading a path towards a hollow.


At first unsure, in fact uncertain,

I stayed pinned to bramble’s curtain,

Not knowing what to do: but yet, curious

To know, where the scarecrow would go.


The Scarer, for that’s what it was,

Shuffled back into view,

“Come, come,” it implored again,

“You must come-on through.”


Such was the pain in saddened eyes,

I left the thorn-bush grasping,

And stumbled-on where it had gone,

Breathing hard, almost gasping.


The hollow, a bowl within a copse,

Twas dark, dappled, and eerie,

Seven trees with branches chopped,

Shielded light, made it dreary.


At its centre the gallybagger stood,

Balanced deftly on fallen wood,

As I drew near, it cupped each ear,

Put a fingertip to its lip.


A sudden shift, a quickening breeze,

Screams and shouts between tall trees,

Cries for help, “No! No! Please!”

“Dear God! Won’t you save me!”


Vaporous wisps along our path,

Words I heard, spoken with wrath,

When then emerged three hooded men,

Dragging someone behind them.


Cloaked were they in blackened grey,

Moving with menace, coming our way,

I had no time to step away –

When then they were upon me!


But not upon me, for they weren’t there!

Merely ghosts, phantoms, dense dank air,

Hauling a man with dark brown hair,

Into the hollow, their deathly lair.


Thrown to ground, badly beaten,

Bound, gagged, to make him quieten,

Whilst one swung rope over a bough,

“Let’s see if god, saves you now!”


Dragged to his feet, stripped bare to skin,

Three set about hanging him:

Symbols painted upon his chest,

Satan’s number carved in his flesh.


The noose loose about his neck,

Lifted him from the deck,

Higher, higher, higher he rose,

Body jerking from head to toes.


~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 2) to follow shortly ~ 


130 thoughts on “Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 1)

  1. You left it hanging Dewin!
    I hope your week is going well. I am about to plunge into a major edit/rewrite! I may be some time.

  2. Namaste Opher, how are you? 🙂

    Thank you for calling-by. I enjoyed the wise crack: normally it’s a cliff-hanger ending but I abandoned that idea in favour of a rope and hollow. Mind you I suppose the hollow could always be atop a cliff: hmmm now there’s an idea 🙂

    The idea for this poem originates from when I stumbled upon a hidden grove that had seven trees growing in it forming a circle and had obviously been used for a gathering of some description by a group of individuals. Whist there was no corpse – at least not above ground bwahahaha – the location felt ‘odd’ somehow and sufficiently well hidden so as to inspire a story. As you know, I do rather like scarecrows and met one en route, and the rest as they say is history.

    Planning a major rewrite eh? I may be some time: isn’t that what Lawrence Oates once said? If it gets to that point then keep heading south: the temperature gets warmer! Good luck bon voyage…should I ask what you are rewriting/overhauling?

    Happy Blogging! Namaste 🙂


    • Namaste Diana, Happy Birthday! – I hope you celebrated with style! 😀

      Thank you for strolling by and enjoying my wares – a delight as always to see you here.

      I’m still learning how to control certain aspects of my writing whilst retaining its overall form and flow. Tis not always easy to regulate pace, imagery, levity and gravity, depth of detail, so your comment is most encouraging – I must be making headway in that regard. Thank you.

      The theme has gotten a little dark…but that is the poem’s choice, not mine per se 🙂 I don’t plan my stories in advance of writing – they just do there own thing and guide me to where they intend to go. If I think to much I get caught up in the mechanics of writing and then feel at odds with the creative aspect. Perhaps if realism rather than fantastical realism were my bag I’d have to be more deliberate and specific with my intentions. My style best suits my personal disposition and velleity for fancy and illusion.

      Enjoy the remainder of your week. Take care.

      Namaste 🙂


        • Namaste Diana 🙂

          Yes, yes! That is the enchantment of writing: the magic that a writer hopes to experience and be enchanted by – just one aspect of the proverbial writing Grail 😀 It feels as much to do with surrendering oneself to the moment as it does about imposing controls. You’ll know of this feeling far better than I Diana – you’ve several magical books to your name to testify to that. May the charm never stop! 🙂

          Thank you for popping over the puddle. Enjoy a pleasant afternoon and evening 🙂


  3. Hello Dewin 🙂

    Another very nice poem. I liked it very well. Interesting and so well composed.
    I enjoyed it while I read it.

    Dymunaf chi noson dawel. Cymerwch ofal 🙂


    • Bore da Balle, Namaste, how are you upon this day? 🙂

      Another delightful comment, thank you. I’m always so pleased the poems are enjoyed: your appreciation is most welcome.

      I hope Christmas Day was greatly enjoyed by you and your loved ones and left you refreshed, revitalised and invigorated.

      Cael diwrnod bendigedig. Cymerwch ofal 🙂

      Namaste 🙂


      • Hello Dewin 🙂

        Thanks for the question.
        Ah, today I’m a bit lazy 🙂 Somehow I’m still festive, so I do not have the will to do anything 🙂
        I hope it passes quickly 😉
        Christmas was quiet, a bit cooked, ate a bit, we enjoyed it.

        But I hope you are fine and you have more will to work :-

        Dymunaf chi noson wych i chi.Cymerwch gofal 🙂

        Cyfarchion, Balle

        • Namaste Balle 🙂

          Still festive! Excellent 🙂 It pleases me no end to know you are enjoying time away from the workplace to relax. That is the way Christmas holidays should be, right? 🙂 Despite your abundant energy, you’ll feel the benefit of having chilled-out, and will soon be hitting the ground running!

          I did look to see if you’d posted an article today, but knew because you hadn’t you must of been celebrating. Your Christmas Day sounds perfect. Did you make a wish when you lit the first candle?

          All is well here Balle, thank you for asking 🙂 I’ve done little writing today for my poem – perhaps 20 lines or so – but will continue overnight to add a few more. I’m keen to get the current poem finished and move on to something else.

          Thank you for visiting. Have a pleasant evening.

          Breuddwydion melys. Namaste 🙂


          • Annwyl Dewin 🙂

            I hope I have managed to make you laugh again 🙂
            I have released myself 🙂 and my Christmas holiday extended 🙂 🙂
            Tomorrow I’m fit again, I promise. For me it is as fast as with time. Tomorrow comes the new post.
            There is again something delicious to eat 😉 but very healthy.
            And I forgot to wish me a wish 😦 is so when you get older 😉

            I am very glad that everything is good with you, that you prepare new poems. I have something to read again 🙂

            Dymunaf lawer o ysgrifennu hwyl i chi a noson dawel yn llawn ysbrydoliaeth 🙂

            Cofion gorau, Balle

            • Annwyl Balle, Namaste 🙂

              Indeed you have made me laugh, thank you 🙂

              Christmas holidays extended! Yay! An extra day or two is well deserved – your reward for working hard all year 🙂

              Every dish you serve as a recipe idea looks good enough to eat 😉 I’m certain tomorrow’s healthy offering will be no different. I am hungry already just thinking about it. Is it main course or dessert? 🙂

              Forgot to wish? Never to old to wish Balle. You’ll just have to make that wish 7 days after your Christmas Day, which would be New Year’s Day again. That gives you time to think about what you will wish for 😀

              I will do my best to get Part 2 of this poem finished as soon as possible. Your readership is always appreciated, thank you. And thank you for best wishes and inspiration!

              Cadwch yn gwenu 🙂 Namaste 🙂


              • Annwyl Dewin 🙂

                I am glad that I could make you smile 🙂
                And I also thought that it is not a bad idea to extend my Christmas holidays 😉 I did a great job.
                Oooo, now I’ve grown up for a number, thanks for the wonderful compliments!
                I’m so sorry you can not try my dish 😦 Today’s side dish. Very yummy and very healthy.

                Should I light a candle and wish for a wish or will I go without a candle?

                I am very glad that I can read your poem soon 🙂

                Dymunaf chi noson dawel iawn i chi. Cadwch yn gwenu 🙂

                • Namaste Balle, Bore da 🙂

                  Christmas deserves to be celebrated – taking just one day off work would never do! So pleased you enjoyed the occasion 🙂

                  Everyday brings opportunity to wish – wishing and dreaming – without either there’d be no wishes or dreams to work towards and have come true! 🙂

                  I’ll wait for your side-dish post today and stop-by to view. I’m hungry already! 🙂

                  Yes, do light a candle on New Years Day! It’s the perfect occasion to make a wish. Wish well Balle – be bold, honest, and true and all good things will come to you 🙂

                  Cael diwrnod gwych! Namaste 🙂


                  • Annwyl Dewin 🙂

                    Christmas is over 😦 From today it continues in the old pace and is over with laziness 🙂

                    When is the best time to light a candle and make a wish? Morning or evening? I do not want to make a mistake 🙂

                    Hoffwn i chi gael noson dawel a thawel. Namaste 🙂


                    • Nos da Balle, Namaste 🙂

                      I enjoy Christmas whilst it lasts, but like everything it has a shelf-life.

                      You seem pleased to be busy again?

                      I thought since Christmas Day was later than other traditions, you might add 7 days to that date and call it New year’s Day: so why not light the candle at midnight on what would then be New Year’s Eve and make your wish then? 🙂

                      Cael penwythnos gwych Balle. Cadwch yn gwenu.

                      Namaste 🙂


                    • Hello Dewin 🙂

                      I am always happy when I have to work 😉
                      According to our old calendar, we have the New Year on January 13, it’s perfect.
                      So, on the 13th of January, I have to light a candle at 00 o’clock and wish for a wish.
                      I asked my mother and she told me that we also have such customs. Interesting 🙂

                      Ymlacio a theimlo’r pŵer ar gyfer yr wythnos nesaf. Ac, rwy’n falch os ydych chi’n chwerthin hefyd 🙂

                    • Bore da Balle, Namaste 🙂

                      I think I am also happiest when doing what I enjoy most…writing! But equally, there are occasions when it is also wonderful to pause and enjoy other pleasures of life.

                      I thought your mother would know of such traditions. Excellent, so January 13th is your New Year’s Day, which gives you a focal point and an opportunity to ‘wish for a wish’ (I like that phrase 🙂 ) I hope whatever you wish for will come true for you! Wish well Balle, wish well 🙂

                      Thank you for signing off with wonderful sentiments…I do indeed have hopes for a good week next week. Interesting. 🙂

                      Teimlwch fod pŵer eich dymuniadau’n dod yn wir! 🙂

                      Namaste 🙂


                    • Annwyl Dewin 🙂

                      I’m glad you’re happy when you write. It is the most important thing that a person enjoys his work!
                      Of course a break is needed and every moment has to be used for beautiful things 🙂

                      Tomorrow evening, I will not forget, I will do what you have suggested to me 🙂 🙂 and I wish you a very good wish. I hope that my wish will be fulfilled 🙂

                      I wish you the best of luck that the next week will be successful and everything that you start to complete successfully.

                      Rwyf eisoes yn teimlo’r pŵer y mae fy nymuniadau’n dod yn wir 🙂

                      Dymunaf chi Sul wych chi. Noson dda 🙂


                    • Annwyl Balle, Namaste 🙂

                      Lovely to hear from you…hope all is well 🙂

                      Midnight on your New Year’s Eve fast approaches. It is an exciting time for those like you who have wishes to make! 🙂 I hope your wish will be fulfilled Balle and whatever you wish for brings you happiness, joy and peace. Wish well and may all your dreams come true! 😀

                      Thank you for hoping next week will be successful for me. I will let you know the outcome as and when I know it myself. Keep your fingers crossed 🙂

                      Rwyf eisoes yn teimlo’r pŵer y mae fy nymuniadau’n dod yn wir! You do? Excellent!!

                      Blwyddyn Newydd Hapus Balle! May it be a year to always remember 🙂

                      Breuddwydion melys. Namaste 🙂


                    • Annwyl Dewin 🙂

                      Thanks for the question, I’m fine 🙂 I hope you too!
                      I cooked a bit for Blog today, a little bit tomorrow, and on Monday I’ll take a break. On Monday, my family gets pizza, but homemade 🙂

                      I have to apologize, I did not explain it correctly 😦 Tonight is New Year’s Eve and tomorrow New Year.
                      In my language, we say the same “New Year” on New Year’s Eve and the next day. A little stupid, but that’s the way it is. Nevertheless, many thanks for your good wishes.

                      Cysgu’n dda a breuddwydio melys. Noson dda 🙂


                    • Bore da Balle, Namaste 🙂

                      All’s well here and life continues to please. Homemade pizza, mmmm, sounds tasty! No doubt the dish will be created with your usual flare 🙂

                      No need to apologise Balle, I must have misinterpreted, but regardless, the sentiments remain the same. Tis a time for wishes to be made, goals to be set, and adventures to start! Good luck in all ways 🙂

                      I’ll pop by your Blog later and see what delights you’ve served today.

                      Until then enjoy a wonderful day! Take care of one and all as you always do.

                      Namaste 🙂


                    • Annwyl Dewin 🙂

                      It’s nice to hear that everything is alright. IM very happy for you.
                      I hope pizza will be successful 😉
                      Tonight it will be interesting, I still can not decide which one I wish 🙂
                      I have to make a quick decision, hm, hard.

                      Cyfarchion a noson braf 🙂


                    • Annwyl Balle, how are you? 🙂

                      Pizza is always successful: everyone loves pizza! 😀

                      I have a good feeling that as the clock strikes midnight you’ll know exactly what dreams you’d like to come true and hence what exactly you should wish for! 🙂

                      Enjoy a wonderful evening welcoming in the New Year.

                      Yr wyf yn gobeithio eich holl breuddwydion yn dod yn wir.

                      Namaste 🙂


  4. I really enjoyed the word play in the first half of the poem, which had me tripping merrily down the road to Whimsyville–only to be dragged into a very dark scene. Will I emerge from it unscathed? I await Part 2 . . .

    • Namaste Liz 🙂

      Thank you for kindly comment and enjoyment 🙂 Whimsyville sounds a delightful place – an Oz-like town over the rainbow, neat and trim and perfect in every way. I also like the phrase ‘tripping merrily’ and may well find a home for it at some future point (all credit given, of course) 😀

      Prior to writing the poem I’d been reading extracts from Lewis Carroll’s work Jabberwocky. As a lover of words you’ll no doubt know Carroll was a master of rhyme and of invention – creating words to suit his needs when one word was one to few but two words were one to many. I don’t profess those abilities but words like jibber-jabber, yabber and yammer intrigued, and who could miss out on borrowing ‘galumphing’ – a combo of gallop and triumph – if it suited the text? 🙂

      Tis true, the poem is edged with a little darkness as undoubtedly befitted the experience of finding the seven-treed grove whilst out walking – it exuded a certain menace and must have left an impression with me. Up until that point my walk was greatly enjoyed so I imagine the grove’s atmosphere lingered in my thoughts for the return leg home.

      I’ll be starting Part 2 soon and will post when completed. I’ve only the vaguest sense of what might follow if/when the story leads out of the hollow 😉

      Thank you for stopping-by. Enjoy a rewarding day.

      Namaste 🙂


      • I was surprised to read that you don’t yet know where your tale is going to end up. I thought you’d finished it and were just releasing it in two parts for ease of reading. (This speaks to narrative authority!)

        • Namaste Liz 🙂

          Narrative authority bah! lol 🙂 I have never been contained by such a thing (as yet!) The mere idea of detailed blue-printing sits uncomfortably alongside my bohemian sensibility. I prefer a maverick approach: why have an infinite sky if only to predetermine ones flight-path? 🙂 I’ve never planned a poem or a story – including the 5000 line epic poem published in my book, ‘The Wizard Of Wands: Book 1’ All are written straight from the hip trusting that words/ideas will flow all by themselves – if/when problems are encountered I just find solutions and continue on: if that necessitates weaving more threads on the writing loom, then so be it – that is why there is a loom in the first place! I travel with Merlin, the Great Wizard who always provides first line and last word for every stanza…it is he who lights the path ahead, I just do what he says and tag along 😉

          Poems, as with comments, published on my Blog are written in real-time. It is the same with the artwork, which is never planned either – it just happens. If an image occurs first then it will likely dominate the content of the poem. Generating artwork after the poem is written does require some reflection on the poem, but by the time the poem is complete, I know every line and every thought that went into it, so the image comes quite quickly (most of the time): it is just a matter of translating words into images.

          Namaste 🙂


          • Good morning, Dewin! I meant “narrative authority” as a compliment, that I believed your narrator as a story-teller. Knowing that your poems are written in real time will change how I read them. From a writing process standpoint, I find your way of writing and publishing your work for readers so intriguing! Do you ever go back and revise what you’ve written? For me, the writing is the revising–to the point of tinkering with word choice as a form of play.

            • Bore da Liz, Namaste 🙂

              Ah…then if apologies are in order, please accept them as given…I was really only teasing in the nicest possible way. I shall pass your compliment on to Merlin who is currently out for a stroll with Archie the Oracular Owl. I don’t think they’ve gone far…he wouldn’t trust leaving me on my own for too long lol 🙂

              You wrote: ‘Knowing that your poems are written in real time will change how I read them.’ – I’m curious to ask in what way might that be?

              I find it very difficult to go back and revise work: the intensity of the moment has come and gone and I’ve moved on to something else – no doubt another intense moment, but not always lol 🙂 If an idea comes to me, I have to commit to it immediately and refine it at the same time or the moment is gone and replaced by something else – my mind is like a flitting butterfly, but yet, writing the Wizard Of Wands took just over 2 years to finish, which also included creating the artwork for it as well. For me the book is a major piece of work and for some reason I have neglected it. It would be improved with further editing and a good polish and I should attend to that with a view to re-releasing it again. I would like to think my writing skills have improved since that time, so you are quite right to suggest I would enjoy tinkering about with it now. I’m quite an excitable chap – passionate about my writing – and easily get distracted or lost (or both!) in the present moment and tend not to look back.

              I’m not sure if I have a ‘writing process’ per se other than to suggest that once I have the first line in mind I just put my head-down and go for it! If that leads to writing 20 lines or 5000 lines then so be it…I set no limits, it is freestyle all the way until an ‘end’ appears or I burn out, or just get bored of the idea. Writing allows me to feel totally free, liberated and untethered from all rules, regulations, obligations, responsibilities, processes, conventions or demands etc. I can roam wherever I want to roam. The rest of life is not like that at all! I studied Animation as one of my Degrees, a medium in which one controls every facet of the production process with largely no reliance on anyone else. In relation to artistic practice the Degree foregrounded many aspects of my character: art as with writing is very intimate, very personal – not always a solitary pursuit, but mainly it is, and that suits me: tis probably why I relate to Snow Leopards so readily. (In the work place I relate to the objective very differently)

              I’ve never been schooled in writing per se – English Literature and English Language were mandatory lessons taught until I was 10 years old, and assistance was available whilst attending University with dissertations but I never used that facility. Following University I did no writing whatsoever until I started blogging and even then it was writing comments as opposed to publishing my own material. Writing the Book was my first attempt at writing anything with serious intention. I was guided to that endeavour by a good friend, the rest was down to Merlin, who by the way has just returned, so I’d best be off else there’ll be a thousand lines of Latin to translate before bed.

              You write, ‘For me, the writing is the revising–to the point of tinkering with word choice as a form of play.’ – I should take a leaf out of your book and be far more considerate of words…it’s just that they come so quickly I can never still for long enough to play…I have keep moving else I’ll lose momentum and begin feeling like I’m stalling. Which is probably a huge contradiction when I procrastinate like I do when writing my own material but not in commenting elsewhere! As long as I’m writing something, anything, or piecing together a picture, I’m happy, the mind appeased, the heart pleased. I like to know how others approach their work and to hear of their working method – what is your method Liz? I’m sure at some point I will have to slow down and settle a little. But until then, I’ve just got to keep on roaming…

              Thank you for always giving me pause for thought Liz. I like to consider your words: there is always some aspect to your comment that pauses me for just one moment and makes me think. thank you, it is appreciated 🙂

              Have a wonderful afternoon. Hoping all is well.

              Take care. Namaste 🙂


              • Much to ruminate upon in your response!

                In reading your narrative poetry, knowing that it’s written in real time means that I will expect an associative structure and just ride the wave from association to association until I find myself on the shore once again.

                I haven’t approached writing in the way that you describe in a very long time, although, like you, I am not a planner. If I attempted to plot out a story or a poem in advance, I wouldn’t even bother writing it. Once I get an idea–a character, a line of dialog, an image, a situation–I lock the Editor in My Head in the closet so I can freewrite a draft, no rules, no constraints, just go. Revising then helps me find the heart of the story. I delete scenes or lines of dialog that don’t move the story forward or just muddy it and add scenes, images, and dialog that lead the reader to the heart of the story. Once I’ve done that at the structural level, I do the same thing at the sentence and word level.

                I find discussions of the writing process endlessly fascinating because everyone’s is little bit different–which is just as it should be!


                • Bonum mane Liz, Namaste 🙂

                  Fascinating reply, thank you 🙂

                  Most often than not I wear my heart on my sleeve – I am always honest and sincere in my actions and endeavours. Poetry is one of two mediums that allow me to express such thoughts either directly or indirectly – I can control/direct the apparent aesthetic of the piece – the manner in which I package my ideas stylistically: I have my own ‘signature or trademark’ – but not the deeper meaning: my truth will always prevail on some level. However it wouldn’t do to reveal to much – one’s diary is never aired publically so I am careful to veil certain truths (or connections to the work) accordingly. Writing in real-time is much like surfing an endless wave. There are peaks and troughs, highs and lows, as I ride responding to my thoughts and feelings or indeed to the world around me. As author I can look back over a period of time and readily identify those thoughts and the events, situations and circumstances occurring during that time, but the reader might simply just enjoy the story: ones level of perception is everything – how deep a reader likes to immerse themselves in a piece of artwork or story is a subjective choice.

                  Your approach to writing is very interesting: the manner in which you drill down into the heart of the story so as to release it, promote it, make it central before making a decision whether to promote it or shroud it. It makes me think of onions and layers: as if the central component is contained beneath wraps and you control the number of wraps. It’s not so far removed from my approach really – nor I suspect from the approach taken by many others who do not plan but just ride the initial wave to its end and then reflect back. Like me, I imagine you are driven by the ‘heart of the story’ but may not understand its fullness until having arrived at the end?

                  You write, ‘If I attempted to plot out a story or a poem in advance, I wouldn’t even bother writing it.’ I know just what you mean! I wouldn’t have a clue about the plot to be penned and only the most vague ideas of a beginning and/or end. I’m happy – perhaps you are as well – if there is a destination of sorts to aim for – it matters not what the stages of the journey will be as such for there is motivation, confidence and self-belief driving one’s pen forward and love and faith enough in words to know they’ll always be there to steer, guide, or direct.

                  Once the story is complete, it seems you take a methodical approach in refining and polishing the work, the book – chapters, paragraphs, sentences, words, grammar etc – as if at each stage the level of intimacy increases until the book – or piece of writing – is for want of a different word ‘loved’. I’m not certain I am so systematic or disciplined – something I might consider for the future – and tend to edit, correct, or add/remove as I write…my draft is my final piece, a one-stop working method – albeit raw! – that achieves an end result. It is not always the best working method to adopt but one that ensures I don’t distance myself from the driving force/motivation that initiated writing the piece. Occasionally after publishing on-line I do reflect on the piece with a more rational eye and correct one or two words, but it is not as often now as once it was: I’m learning to live with those mistakes in situ 🙂

                  It is indeed fascinating to discover how others approach writing, sometimes to the point where interest moves away from the writing per se to understand better the mechanics behind writing it and the person writing. It is one reason why Blogging appeals to me – many bloggers are quite open and honest in their commentary – and if followed for periods of time, a fuller picture emerges about them, about their work, and about their motivations. People are very interesting – frequently fascinating – their life stories especially so.

                  Good discussion Liz, thoroughly enjoyed, thank you. I will reflect a little more on your working method…as writing becomes more important to me adopting/absorbing new practices – or perhaps better streamlining my own – may be the right thing to do. Cheers! 🙂

                  Have a great day. Take care.

                  Namaste 🙂


  5. Excellent poem. I loved the descriptions of the journey, and your ability to play with words amuses and engages, as always. I felt the tension heighten towards the end, and so wait with bated breath to find out what happens next. Bright blessings 🙂

    • Namaste Sammi, how are you?

      Thank you for coming by yer – a pleasure as always.

      Your generous comment is appreciated, thank you. I’ve suggested in a reply to an earlier comment how words have found their own way in the poem and steered the verse from conviviality into a darkly hollow. If I’d had my way, no doubt I’d still be rambling and enjoying my walk in the countryside accompanied by blethering birds. As it is I’m faced with a macabre scene hoping to extract myself from it once having appeased the artful scarecrow who must have had me follow him for a reason? 🙂 Hopefully Part 2 will follow shortly.

      Good to hear from you Sammi. Enjoy the weekend!

      Namaste 🙂


    • Namaste Eugenia, how are you? 🙂

      Ha Ha 🙂 Thank you, it seemed the best place to let the tale dangle, suspended in mid-air 😉 Part 2 is on the writing loom but I’ve yet to get in underway in earnest: it’s been a busy few days.

      How could I not use’ galumphing’ after having enjoyed the word on both your Blog and also Reena’s, especially after having also read Jabberwocky? It is perhaps a little cheeky to borrow it from Lewis Carroll, but upon reflection I’m not sure any other word would have done as well nor fitted the stanza. Maybe I should have attempted to create a word of my own but didn’t wish to impede the flow of writing for to long in order to do it: at another time I may well make a bold attempt to do so as the idea appeals to me. It might even make for a good challenge?

      Thank you for stopping-by Eugenia. Hoping all is well and the New Year fulfilling every expectation thus far.

      Take care. Namaste 🙂


        • Namaste Eugenia 🙂

          Thank you 🙂 It certainly is an interesting word, or combination of words, one of several Lewis Carroll ‘created’ to suit his needs. It is said to be a combination of ‘Gallop’ and ‘Triumph’ and comes from the poem Jabberwocky. Wiki provides a fascinating list of other neologism Carroll invented at the following URL:

          From the above list I have three favourites and have used ‘chortle’ several times in relation to Merlin the Wizard – it sounds such a jolly word!

          * Burbled – In a letter of December 1877, Carroll notes that “burble” could be a mixture of the three verbs ‘bleat’, ‘murmur’, and ‘warble’, although he did not remember creating it.[22][23]
          * Chortled – “Combination of ‘chuckle’ and ‘snort’.” (OED)
          * Frabjous – Possibly a blend of fair, fabulous, and joyous. Definition from Oxford English Dictionary, credited to Lewis Carroll.

          All good fun! Thank you Eugenia.

          Namaste 🙂


            • Namaste Liz 🙂

              Funny indeed * chortle * What a good idea – when used appropriately I imagine it says all you need to say. Tis a good word, more emphatic than a chuckle but not as indulgent as a guffaw 😉

              Namaste 🙂


      • Namaste Liz, how are you? 🙂

        Ha Ha 🙂 Yes indeed it does! Galoshes is a fun sounding word in its own right and in combination with galumphing works even better – one can quite easily imagine galumphing in galoshes across the shore lol 🙂 Or perhaps ‘galoshing’ works on its own as a verb: as in I galosh, you galosh, we galosh – I’ve been galoshing all day lol 🙂

        Namaste 🙂


        • I’m fine, thank you! My day ended on a high note with my writing process students moved by the two essays I’d assigned them to read (one by Langston Hughes, the other by a colleague of mine). I’ll be galoshing my way up to bed now . . .

          • Namaste Liz 🙂

            Good to hear it…you ‘sound’ in fine spirit.

            Ah, Langston Hughes – yes indeed, my knowledge of his work is somewhat limited to the poems Dreams and Harlem:

            ~ Dreams ~

            Hold fast to dreams
            For if dreams die
            Life is a broken-winged bird
            That cannot fly.
            Hold fast to dreams
            For when dreams go
            Life is a barren field
            Frozen with snow.
            ~ Harlem ~

            What happens to a dream deferred?
            Does it dry up
            like a raisin in the sun?
            Or fester like a sore—
            And then run?
            Does it stink like rotten meat?
            Or crust and sugar over—
            like a syrupy sweet?

            Maybe it just sags
            like a heavy load.

            Or does it explode?

            What was the title of the assigned essay, and how did it fit in with the writing course? Are you concentrating on American Literature?

            ‘Galoshing my way up-to-bed’ – Ha Ha 🙂 Such a sentence has me reaching for all sorts of interpretations…it’s very poetic in that way.

            Hoping you slept well in a realm full of dreams.

            Namaste 🙂


            • Good evening, Dewin! The Langston Hughes essay is “Salvation,” which is an excerpt from his memoir: I’m using this essay, along with my colleague’s essay, to teach purpose and audience. The idea is that by examining their own reactions as readers students will be better able to conceptualize the audience they’re writing for. Liz

              The purpose of this discussion is to examine your own reactions as a reader to an accomplished personal narrative, using the framework of purpose and audience. You will be using this same framework in Week 3 when you draft your own personal narrative and respond to your classmates’ narratives.

              Write a post in which you answer the questions listed below. Your post should be written in a narrative format without headings or bullets. Be sure to proofread your post carefully for ease of reading by your classmates and your instructor. Then respond to at least one classmate’s post.

              How did you respond to “Salvation” when you read it?
              What senses did it engage?
              What thoughts did it prompt?
              What emotions did it stir?
              What was your main takeaway from “Salvation”?
              What thoughts did it leave you with?
              What will you remember most about it?

              Moving from the reader’s perspective to the writer’s perspective, why do you think Langston Hughes wanted to tell you about this experience? (Yes, we can only speculate about his intent!)
              What do you think his purpose was in writing the essay?
              What do you think he wanted you as his audience to take away from it?
              Do you think the purpose of “Salvation” was achieved?
              If so, what specific elements of the writing contributed to the achievement of its purpose?
              If not, what specific elements of the writing undermined the achievement of its purpose?

              • Namaste Liz 🙂

                Well now I feel as if I’m being schooled all over again: or perhaps schooled for the first time lol 🙂 Thank you for detailing the assignment – it holds my attention and I find myself engaging with it as a participant…casually of course: please don’t expect a paper! 🙂 I appreciated the form of the assignment and thought it well designed to inspire reading the prose using a framework of purpose and audience.

                I read and enjoyed Langston’s ‘tour-de-force’ of prose – the 3rd chapter from his memoire ‘The Big Sea.’ I had read your comment end-to-end before reading Hughes’s work and tried to align myself with the task. My initial response – other than enjoying the pre-amble and story – was to admit I didn’t know enough about him or his life to understand his motivation in writing this piece: especially in regard to his intended audience. At foot of the prose is suggestion the work was ‘published’ in 1940 (he was 38) and I wondered if that were somehow relevant to all that had occurred in the U.S during his lifetime and career as a writer etc. Salvation therefore engaged my sense of curiosity to know more about him and U.S history. Quite obvious however, is that the events taking place in the story were of sufficient gravitas to be delineated in his memoires.

                I would need to spend a little more time with the text to sink further into it. It feels like a snapshot, a photograph, in as much that I am not party to what happened before this event or what the consequences of it were after the event eg: the next morning when Langston was approached by his aunt did he admit to his deceit – and by extension did he then question the authenticity (if that is the right word?) of faith and belief in the manner he had been advised. How might this event have altered Langston’s perception of the people around him or the culture he was immersed within? I was left feeling disappointed for him: his innocence somehow shattered, his naivety foregrounded as the rug was pulled from beneath his feet.

                I will remember the phrase ‘knickerbocker legs’ although I don’t know why it appeals: perhaps it is the sound of the word I find appealing, or perhaps it is just a succinct phrase one could use to define a time-period in history; it places the story in context.

                An interesting comment and exercise to dwell on Liz. I wonder what your students will present back to you?

                Namaste 🙂


                • I’m glad you enjoyed “Salvation.” For a bit of historical context, the revival meeting that Hughes describes was a strong tradition in Southern culture for both blacks and whites during the time he grew up. I was surprised by how many of my students responded to the essay by saying they’d had the same experience growing up in the Roman Catholic Church and knew exactly how Hughes felt. A couple of students, as you did, noted that they were left wanting by being given an excerpt from a longer work. In particular, they wanted to know how Hughes’ guilt over his lie affected his relationship with his family.

                  • Namaste Liz 🙂

                    Yes indeed, the writing is very good, the intensity of the story appreciated. Thank you.

                    The additional detail you’ve just provided marries my stereotypical perspective gleaned from film portraying the period: a narrow vision though it may be. I have something of a distaste for organised religion but can relate to the experience some of your students mentioned in as much that Sunday School and Christian teachings formed part of my early childhood as well. I was far to young to appreciate the deeper ‘message’ of scripture and far to eager to get a ride in a vintage automobile, which was the reward offered for sustained attendance. Thankfully I never had to deceive anyone about my general lack of interest in such matters when I was a child: my family had a healthy regard for aspects of Christianity but it was never a pillar upon which my formative years was built. Only later in life did my personal interest in Spirituality develop to influence/inform my writing and broaden my outlook on life.

                    I would also like to know how Hughes’ guilt affected his relationship with his family. I think it the mark of an accomplished writer that my interest continues beyond the last line, evermore so when I know this to be an excerpt from a book. In relation to other interests, I think this is why I find film more to my liking than the still image but admire both as visual art-forms.

                    A most interesting departure from my normal fayre Liz, thank you for sharing it with me. Enjoy a pleasant evening…will you be writing? 🙂

                    Namaste 🙂


  6. wow you have some long chats here in your comments … almost forgotten the beauty of your poem … loved the pace of the ramble then the darker scramble … waiting to hear what’s next 🙂

    • Namaste Calm Kate 🙂

      I am very fortunate to have met some wonderful people during my Blogging career and enjoy both banter and discussion comment and remark, observation, statement, utterance, pronouncement, judgement, reflection, opinion, view, and criticism in equal measure. My Blog door is always open and all are welcome to participate 🙂

      Your comment is a delight: the rhyme a phrase I’ll appropriate and use at some future point. Thank you. I hope Part 2 will be forthcoming shortly…it is already on the writing loom waiting to be continued 🙂 If you return to read it, I’d be most interested to hear your thoughts, thank you 🙂

      Brightest Blessings, Namaste 🙂


  7. Wow Dewin, what a scene to walk upon having travelled now some distance,
    To be guided by a scarecrow to now become a witness
    Of this evil the three did do to one
    In a Hollow of thorns and brambles no Sun had shone upon.
    I am sure part two will be as enthralling as the one that I’ve just read
    And with that I wish you well my friend,
    And Good afternoon to you is said. 🙂

    Good to be opening up in WP to read your fine words again my friend..
    Take care..

    • Namaste Sue, how are you? 🙂

      It’s wonderful to hear from you after your short time away, thank you for takking time to stop-by 🙂 I trust all is well and your ‘creative’ endeavours are heading towards completion? Your lyrical comment suggests you are in the poetic-zone (as much the painterly), which pleases me no end: long may that continue, my sagacious Dreamwalking friend 🙂

      ‘Tis true, this tale sprung from the old bag of verse and strode on by itself towards a disturbing scene…I was merely the unfortunate witness, stood aghast with a feather in my hand hoping it would all be over with quickly.

      Whilst I always feel that morbid Crows (and Ravens) get a bad press, the scare-crow seems to have been unable to scare-away their haunting presence. Quite why I was privilege to his memories is as yet unclear. Perhaps Part 2 will provide answers? 🙂

      Here’s hoping you’ll have an enjoyable weekend. No doubt paths will cross again soon 🙂 until next time…

      Take care. Namaste 🙂


      • Thank you Dewin, I will look forward to Part two, and yes, I have been busy organising poetry, painting and just being.. Hope you too have a good weekend. Take care and stay Blessed.

    • Namaste Calm Kate 🙂

      Breathe, breathe! lol 🙂 Sorry…it’s been one of those week’s (or two weeks) when priorities changed and I just had to go with the flow.

      When a little more space opens up, I’ll get Part 2 penned. It’s about 30% done. Sorry to leave you hanging at end of Part 1 😉

      Hoping all is well and your weekend (and decision-making) going well.

      Take care. Namaste 🙂


        • Namaste Calm Kate 🙂

          I’m pleased to hear it! 😉 Thank you for your on-going kind support and readership…I hope Part 2 will not disappoint!

          Namaste 🙂


          • lol I’m sure it wont Dewin … and maybe another pic? Somehow feel you might be a photographer and your logo is a bit repetitive 🙂

            • Namaste 🙂 Again, most kind, thank you.

              Another pic? You mean a photograph or a piece of art? Both are a little problematic at the moment. I’ve recently moved addresses and have yet to find the leads to enable image transfer from peripherals to P.C. I’ve a feeling there are two boxes missing from my belongings, which have either already gone into storage or were lost in transit. It is a concern that has bedevilled me since the new year. I enjoy doing my own artwork with my own images and feel lost without my kit. I have a photograph of the copse itself but cannot get it off the camera.

              In the meantime, if you’d like to peruse the following…


              Thank you for leaving me with a smile 😀

              Namaste 🙂


              • wow the hassles of moving! Now I just have to pay a small fortune to tow my 4 ton home with me … clever, didn’t know they were your creation!

                • Namaste Calm Kate 🙂

                  Ah, I see, now I can understand why you are seeking land only and not a physical building 🙂 Is there not someone with the necessary skills (and licence) able to assist you? Does it have to be towed by a dedicated professional? Are there laws governing its placement on private property…is that why application is necessary through the council?

                  Thank you for positive comment on the images. Yes, all my own work: viewing them in chronological sequence (and out of context with the poem) has me view them differently, but I think they demonstrates an evolution of ideas. The artwork doesn’t always flow as easily as the writing: it is often why an extended poem takes so long to finish. I enjoy both art and writing and moving between the two approaches to express ideas.

                  Thanks Calm Kate. Namaste 🙂


      • Namaste Liz, how are you?

        Thank you, that is kind. Sorry to delay and defer an ending: there are some things in life that cannot be put-off and must be attended to as and when they arrive, and whilst they take precedence other areas of life drop down the proverbial list: jollies must wait for a little clear space 😦

        Equally, I’ve been waiting for your next ‘painting-inspired-poem’ to be posted? I imagined you to be on a roll. And if not a poem, then I trust your ‘draft story’ is reaching conclusion?

        Hoping all is well and winter’s wrath being kind. Thank you for being patient.

        Take care, Namaste 🙂


        • I’m fine, thank you! Real-life responsibilities and obligations do have a habit of intruding upon the creative life, for sure. I worked on the draft of my new story all morning, which set me up for a very pleasant and relaxing rest-of-the-day.

          • Namaste Liz 🙂

            Thank you for being understanding: indeed they can be very invasive…whilst some responsibilities are short-lived, others linger longer.

            Well I’m very pleased to hear you have pedal-to-the-metal, quill-tip-to-the-page, and are making tracks and penning lines with the new story 🙂 I won’t ask for details for you’ll surely not tell anyway, so at best all I can do is wish you well with your creative endeavours. However, I am a little surprised you only did a half-day’s work? ‘Tis not like you to take it easy lol 😉 But I suppose rest is essential if one is to focus and find fresh form. I trust your evening will prove as restful as your afternoon.

            Good to hear from you Liz, thank you for calling-by.

            Namaste 🙂


              • Namaste Liz 🙂

                Then it was only a break from your own writing and not writing per se. I can hear the enthusiasm in your words to get going again with your story. It suggests to me that your story is progressing well, which is great to know 🙂

                One imagines you are settling in for a quiet evening, perhaps absentmindedly watching television whilst your play with ideas and notions like a cat plays with a ball of string? Undoubtedly your words will flow unabated when you sit to write tomorrow.

                Namaste 🙂


        • Namaste Calm Kate 🙂

          Thank you! 🙂 I should have chance to push-on with the poem shortly. I wouldn’t deliberate otherwise: the muse wouldn’t allow it, but when the moment is sufficiently deserving she can be compassionate.

          Thank you for your enthusiasm and energy 🙂

          Namaste 🙂


            • Namaste Calm Kate 🙂

              My muse hasn’t left – she’s just given me a longer leash – as my priorities have had to change for a short period 🙂 I’ll be back up to speed soon enough: just dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s 🙂

              Your readership, support and encouragement is most kind. I wouldn’t want to disappoint either of you 😀

              Namaste 🙂


              • never fear doubt you can do that and lost gear and other priorities are great and acceptable excuses … am breathing again so happy to wait 🙂

                • lol 🙂 You have a great wit Calm Kate that leaves me smiling, thank you. Items can be replaced but I’d rather not incur the cost until I am 100% sure they are lost and not just misplaced. I’ve a blogging-buddy who is keen for feedback on a book the recently published, which I can only conclude is with the leads and peripherals…they were the last items packed as all were in use or being read until the 11th hour. The worst case scenario is these boxes were ‘thrown away’ by mistake when leaving my previous address. You’d think having moved so many times in my life I’d have a handle on this moving lark by now, but seemingly I’m not quite as organised as I thought. Fingers crossed 🙂

                  It’s considerate of you to wait for further update or conclusion of the poem, whichever it is that occurs first.

                  Hoping you’re enjoying a pleasant evening 🙂
                  Namaste 🙂


                  • sunny hot day here but i have a cool northerly breeze and my herd are lounging about the oasis close by … so all is good 🙂

                    • Namaste Calm Kate 🙂

                      You sound on ‘top-form’ and the weather it seems compliments your mood and vice-versa 🙂 It’s also a nice sunny day here as well…cool this morning but warming nicely.

                      You are the first person I’ve met in my entire life who has ever said to me, ‘my herd are lounging about the oasis close by.’ 🙂

                      Have a pleasant evening 🙂

                      Namaste 🙂


                    • sorry Dewin put I do live in a field with more than 30 alpacas … so that statement was literal although oasis for a small pool of water and a few fruit trees might be an exaggeration …

                    • Namaste Calm Kate 🙂

                      I recall seeing one of your blog-posts that I included a photograph with alpacas entitled, ‘view from my front door’. I wondered then whether they were yours or owned by the land-owner where you were staying.

                      You are still the first person to have said it to me in conversation 🙂

                      Namaste 🙂


                    • Sorry Calm Kate: ‘never own another’? I’m not sure what this means? That the alpacas weren’t yours, or that the photo wasn’t yours? 🙂

                      Namaste 🙂


                    • ‘Tis sad to know you will part company from beings you have shared life with.

                      Happy memories will live on in thoughts and photographs.

                      Keep smiling. Namaste 🙂


                    • Namaste Calm Kate 🙂

                      Great joy is found in both 🙂

                      Despite having done this often I imagine it doesn’t get any easier. Keep your spirit up.

                      Do you think your current move will be your last?

                      Namaste 🙂


                    • No doubt that 6 years has flown-by without it barely registering 🙂

                      There’s a greater degree of freedom that comes with a wheel-based home: the world is your oyster as they say. Who knows, perhaps you’ll stay in the new place for longer than you think…only time will tell 🙂

                      I’ve often asked myself why I’ve never opted for doing similar to you. I did once consider buying a narrow-boat when living in an area of the UK called Derbyshire (central England). I think it would have afforded a very different lifestyle and suited me down-to-the-ground. I’m not sure what persuaded me not to buy it but to this day it remains a small regret. However, ’tis never to late to reconsider this as an option for the future.

                      Namaste 🙂


                    • sadly nothing has flown by Dewin, I moved 4 times last year and as you will know adapting to every new living situation takes a lot of energy.

                    • Namaste Calm Kate 🙂

                      4 times in one year! Good grief, that is excessive! Even for a seasoned traveller, that is certainly a big expense of energy. Is that number of moves normal or was last year unusually high in that way? Do you keep a count of the overall number of moves in your lifetime…or a journal of all the places you’ve lived? I can better understand now why you’ve only completed page one of your autobiography…there simply isn’t time!

                      At best I’ve moved twice in 12 months, which is hard going. I couldn’t imagine doubling that effort.

                      Just read your last blog-post., ‘Minimise’. God speed 🙂

                      Namaste 🙂


                    • last year was excessive because it was an interstate move where I knew nobody, far more difficult than international border crossings I assure you. Had a few places of 4 years but India was way above 4 x year … landlords were really something else, think it was about 8 times in my worst year.

                    • I’ve yet to live overseas but readily accept their are restrictions and constrictions to free movement and ‘temporary settlement’ that I could not imagine. Movement within the UK and Europe is relatively straightforward – at least for the immediate time – but should the UK leave the EU I imagine freedom of movement will be greatly affected.

                      8 moves in one year! That is crazy! As a traveller visiting movement between places is part-and-parcel of the whole experience, but even then one would hope for degrees of stability.

                      It seems the ‘romance’ of the open-road isn’t quite what people anticipate! However, it is still a viable option, and retains a semblance of (perceived) freedom.

                      Namaste 🙂


                    • Namaste Calm Kate 🙂

                      I was aware you’d ‘lived’ as an expat in India for 4 years…you’d mentioned this in a previous reply on your Blog. My comment related more to a traveller’s expectation. But still, 8 moves within one area in one year is ridiculous! If nothing else it shows that you are a determined person, which is to your credit.

                      Namaste 🙂


                    • You know I first travelled in India when I was a pretty 21 yo and was never hassled in any way but with the explosion of porn every male wants a bit … I had no idea all the porn stars are western women … it’s a sad indictment!

                    • Yes it is a sad indictment Calm Kate. I’ve no idea of the percentage of porn stars who are western women.

                      ‘…but with the explosion of porn every male wants a bit.’ Does this explain the reason why you had to move so frequently and why you generalise about the mentality of ‘every’ male. You also stayed in India for 4 years, so must have found ‘safe’ environments in which to stay.

                      Namaste 🙂


  8. Namaste BW, how are you? 🙂

    Good to hear from you, thank you for stopping-by.

    You leave a welcome weave of words for me to ponder longer, thank you…I’m perplexed by the fox? 🙂

    I took note of you mentioning drumming in a reply to a comment made on your site and sat to listen for a while to various ‘drummers’ on YouTube. I started with drumming teams playing in unison and ended with solo drumming performances. It was a wholly enjoyable experience – a new departure for me – as intriguing as it was beguiling: in places the rhythms were mesmerising. It’s opened my eyes to a whole new world of repeated patterns and flowing forms of related sounds. As well as enjoying it, I might even have learnt from it 🙂 Thank you for the suggestion BW, superb!

    Brightest Blessings. Namaste 🙂


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