Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 16)

~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 16) ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

~

Sweet Selene into dream descended,

Queen of gleam, her reign ended,

Apparelled in silver, a star suspended,

Herald of Dawn, Aurora ascended.

~

Entranced and gazing, contemplating,

Expectant, if not anticipating,

Waiting for first moment when,

Sunlight spilt on far horizon.

~

“Upon this hour, this perfect dawn,

When Venus declares new day born,

You will see, no longer doubt,

Open your eyes, look about!”

~

I was alone, stilled as stone,

Still bolstered by a boulder,

Twas hours since he made me wince,

His grip upon my shoulder.

~

That spectral form made manifest,

With zest left long ago,

Departed when a strong wind blew,

Returned to the energy flow.

~

“Wish,” he said, “I’ll be there,”

“Indeed,” he added, “I’m everywhere!”

“Tis what we Anemoi perpetually do,”

“God’s of Wind, breathe life into you.”

~

He had impressed, or firmly stressed –

Expressed applying pressure:

“Winter’s come, yet winter’s gone,

“From here-on life gets fresher.”

~

And so I’d sat in quiet retreat,

Cool damp sand beneath my feet,

Lulled by the lullaby of tidal beat,

As if in the dwam before deep sleep.

~

‘Tween dawning scenes and waking dreams –

Subliminal spaces undefined,

Within such places he’d opened seams:

Words waiting to be mined.

~

“Not yet adept, but versed I see –

Purveyor of words, rhyming poetry.

Believe or not, that is your choice, but

Lend your ear to my voice.”

~

‘Tis not by chance I’ve come to thee,

I’m hastened by Persephone,

Her season’s nigh, ’tis imminent,

For you that is a pivotal moment.”

~

“I’m Zephyrus Ferverous, the West Wind’s mine,

An agent of change for warm, light times.

Tis I whose breath, active, dynamic,

Blows your mind, lifts your lyric.”

~

“Perhaps dear friend, you’ve heard of me?”

I flutter feathers for Mercury.

If not for I, where would he be?

Breathless says I, pained by gravity!”

~

“It’s said I’m sombre, saturnine –

Stripping trees in Autumn time: but yet,

Mine’s the process encouraging decline,

Inspiring Nature to spring new vine.”

~

“Throughout great ages, old years of yore,

Hundreds I’ve known, Poet’s galore.

 I’ve been their remedy easing strife,

A breath of fresh air penning new life.”

~*~

~ Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 15) precedes this post. Part 17 to follow shortly ~

~*~

31 thoughts on “Copse ‘n’ Corpse (Part 16)

    • A very thoughtful and inspiring suggestion, thank you Cindy 😀 If it is so, then I hope the protagonist heeds such a plan, and will continue, in earnest, striving to reach beyond their grasp, rising in the process to fulfil Spring’s tantalising outlook. If it is too be, as Zephyr suggests and Persephone imagines, then it’s up to he! There is work to be done.

      Thank you for reading and commenting. Have a wonderful weekend!

      DN

  1. I love the ‘force’ that magic breath, that can strip the old bringing the new that tests, the metal of strength within time, I’m enjoying this tale’s inspiring rhyme.
    Another great addition to your verse Dewin.
    Thank you for setting the compass of my thoughts this morning. 😄
    Have a positive and peaceful weekend my friend. 💚🤗

  2. Thank you Sue 😀 The wind is indeed a powerful force of Nature, ever active as purveyor of change. ‘Tis its breath that powers the seasons. The Anemoi were classical God’s of the four (seasonal) winds: each assigned a cardinal direction – which is of course a tip of my hat to your comment, ‘Thank you for setting the compass of my thoughts this morning.’ 😉 Zephyros was the god of the West Wind and also the god of spring, the husband of Khloris (Greenery), and father of Karpos (Fruit). I played around a little with his appearance: classically speaking, Zephyros was often depicted in art as a handsome, winged youth, but I figured he’d been around long enough to sport a pearl-grey beard and have a weathered look 🙂

    Storm Brenda, the name given to the recent atmospheric disturbance to batter the U.K, blew into town and quite literary changed the direction of this chapter. I had not intended on Zephyr at all – although he’s proven to be a most impacting and necessary character – but I must now get back on course by other means to get the protagonist to where he has to go. I will no doubt discover that Zephyros’s impromptu appearance and considerable influence is much needed: the poem is nearly at 1000 lines and I’d dearly like to have it completed soon (before Spring!) and move on to other things 😉

    Despite the inclement weather, I’ve dog-walking duty to attend to this afternoon and must away to wander the wilds.

    ~ Alice ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

    ~

    Whilst reading snippets about Whippets:

    A short report in newspaper.

    The article said, ‘specifically bred’

    ‘For gaming,’ ’tis why they made her.

    ~

    ‘Ah,’ I thought, ‘used for sport,’

    ‘A huntress both sweet and lean,’

    ‘Fast and bright, a breed once right,’

    ‘For those needing a gaming-machine.’

    ~

    But fashion changes, new modes appear,

    ‘Tis the same year after year: yet still,

    ‘Snap Dogs’ or Whippets remain the ticket,

    As companions so many endear.

    ~

    As chance would have it, I’m in the habit,

    Of walking a Whippet called Alice,

    We’re often found traipsing ground,

    Through wilds or forest thicket.

    ~

    She’s fleet footed, sleek and slight,

    A gaze-hound gifted scent, speed and sight.

    Lithe is Alice: lissom and light,

    Field-sports her pedigree delight.

    ~

    Perfected by nature, so well-refined,

    A mercurial breed, gentle, benign,

    Loyal and loving, an affectionate canine,

    Elegant Alice is one of a kind.

    ~

    Soft brown-eyes crystal clear,

    Muzzled grey, dark-tan ears,

    Slender limbed, delicately trimmed,

    She’s wrinkle free in brindle.

    ~

    Full of zest, she’s at her best,

    When running at full pace,

    Tis then the smile on her dial,

    Lights up her pretty face.

    ~

    But simple pleasure: retrieving leisure,

    Is not full measure of her.

    Whilst calm, serene, an owner’s dream,

    As huntress she shows her flair.

    ~

    ‘Tis often the case when at pace,

    When racing after balls,

    She is distracted, her gaze attracted,

    By Crows, Pigeons, or Gulls.

    ~

    When then she is preoccupied: all

    Notion of ‘fetch’ brushed aside,

    When indeed her gaming-stride,

    Is positively amplified!

    ~

    Her sudden change an instinctual whim,

    She turns away, head tilting,

    Silently stepping, carefully treading,

    Poised pacing stealthfully.

    ~

    Composed she flows on soft tip-toes,

    Her gait precise and rhythmic,

    But then she stills her eager thrills,

    Her body tense and rigid.

    ~

    Yards away from pigeon prey,

    Hind-quarters flex and coil.

    She hunkers down close to ground,

    Claws digging in soft soil.

    ~

    One quick glance to where I’m stood –

    But a small distance away,

    ‘Tis as though she asks of me,

    ‘May I prey today?’

    ~

    Her ears prick, seconds tick,

    “Good girl,” I quietly say.

    Permission granted, hunt started,

    She’s off! On her way!

    ~

    From standing still, getting faster!

    Alice hare’s across the pasture.

    Target chosen, gaze unbroken,

    Moving with poetic motion!

    ~

    Her spine distends, her stride extends,

    She’s dashing like a dart.

    Rapidly pacing, heart racing,

    Then jaws start to part!

    ~

    “Go! Go! Go!” I encouragingly shout –

    All sense of awareness forgotten about!

    Feathered prey hears thus sights its plight:

    In fright takes flight for freedom!

    ~

    With pigeon flapping everywhere,

    Her jaws snap tight snatching air.

    She throws her head back in despair,

    Then turns to catch me in her glare!

    ~

    “Ooops,” I say, my smile wide,

    “Next time I’ll do better.”

    But Alice’s malice is sweetly benign,

    “Good girl,” I praise and pet­ her.

    ~*~

    Thank you for reading and commenting Sue. Enjoy a pleasant evening and have a wonderful weekend 😀

    DN

    • Lovely to hear from you Liz, thank you for your kind appreciation 😀

      I hadn’t heard that term before, ‘Metapoetic’, so thank you for encouraging me to seek a definition. Upon reflection, I think it is a useful device in as much that it provides both the protagonist and I with an opportunity to make a broad assessment of the tale: to see what is driving the story onwards, what themes and motivations are present and prevailing, and why they are important, and indeed from the protagonist’s perspective where the story might eventually lead them. It was not a planned departure from the story as such, more that I was inadvertently blown a little off-course – no doubt unconsciously so. I would like to finish this tale relatively soon and perhaps that required my attention and focus to change for a short spell.

      As for Alice, she is wonderful company: a loyal, loving, cheeky enchantress who distracts and stills my thoughts. I’m fortunate to have met her. We walk wild wonderland’s together: be that fields, forests, or woodland, and always there is a story to find. I admire her qualities and character.

      Another doggy friend, Henry, who I know also inspired a poem or two. (Most animals I meet, whether family pets, or companions of friends, are inspiring.)

      ~ Henry ~ By ~ Dewin Nefol ~

      ~

      Hastening harnessed in brightest green,

      Henry the Pug arrives snuffling,

      He’s the gentlest dog there’s ever been,

      Henry the Friendly is a wee darling.

      ~

      A shorthaired coat golden-brown,

      Blackened face, ears and crown,

      Soft dark eyes always glistening,

      Happy Henry is always listening.

      ~

      He enjoys people, good company,

      The sound of laughter, joviality,

      He loves attention, and did I mention:

      Adores a hug like any Pug.

      ~

      Across your lap or by your side,

      He calmly rests or slips and slides,

      And moves about as one adjusts,

      He’ll mould to you and make no fuss.

      ~

      He’s like a beanbag with skinny pegs,

      A barrel with four chicken-legs,

      Cute and cuddly, altogether stubbornly,

      Henry’s a homely loving Pug.

      ~

      I’ve met many dogs in my time,

      Most are hungry most of the time,

      But Henry is hungry ALL the time:

      I don’t know where it all goes!

      ~

      He stands no taller than 12 inches high,

      By no means is Henry a big, big guy: but yet,

      Treats and titbits, three meals each day,

      Henry eats everything coming his way!

      ~

      Scraps between naps, food from plates,

      Chocolate-drops when it’s getting late,

      Bacon’s his favourite, sausage or ham:

      Henry will eat whatever he can!

      ~

      But to his credit, and let’s be fair,

      Friendly Henry walks everywhere:

      Everywhere his owner goes,

      Henry’s there exercising his toes.

      ~

      He needs calories to walk those miles:

      Indeed he’s walked the British Isles!

      So it’s little wonder he packs food in,

      Or Henry would be rather thin!

      ~

      One last line on a Pug so fine,

      A Pug everyone loves:

      I’m not saying his tongue is rather long,

      But it arrives before he does!

      ~*~

      Thank you for commenting Liz. I trust all is well. Take care.

      DN

      • Yes, all is well here. We’ve awakened to a blanket of new-fallen snow. I hope all is well in your corner of the world. (Henry sounds like a most delightful little fellow!) I look forward to the next installment of your tale.

        • It wouldn’t be a New Hampshire winter without a little snow would it Liz? As much as it is an irritant to convenience on either road or foot, new-fallen snow is very pleasing to the eye. Sometimes the bleakness of a winter-worn wilderness when seen from a distance, undifferentiated and homogenised by a layer of snow gives chance to breathe: an opportunity to see nature’s flowing forms rather than its structure and underlying detail.

          Henry is one of a kind: an endearing chap whom everyone adores the minute they meet him.

          Thank you Liz, I look forward having you pop-by next time. Until then, best wishes the writing – I hope it is going well and the anthology (?) progressing on all fronts.

          Stay warm, have a wonderful week 😀

          DN

          • Luckily, when one works for an online college, telecommuting is the norm when the weather is bad. Not having to drive in the ice and snow makes a very big difference! I’ve sent the short story collection off to a contest. I’ve been working on a new story that had been giving me trouble, but I think I fixed the problem today. I’ll have to wait and see after the revised version has had a chance to rest for a bit.

            • Modern telecommunication technology is a wonderful thing! Very pleased to hear your road trips will be few and far between: necessary by choice or for food and provisions only I hope. Take care when you do go out and about 😀

              Plummeting temperatures here this evening as well, and mornings frosty underfoot. As yet we’ve no snow.

              I’ll keep fingers and toes crossed for success with the writing competition! No doubt you’ll reveal the outcome as a blog-post if your work is chosen, aired and shared. All credit to you for participating Liz…I’ll look forward to reading your winning prose. May I ask if you find entering helps sharpen your focus and your writing?

              Ah yes, I know what you mean about letting work rest for a while after finishing revision so that it can be re-viewed with a fresh perspective. I used to do the same with my artwork and often adjusted what had been previously done. However, on occasion, I’d find my interest in it had wavered, that the impetus had diminished and/or the moment had gone and the piece was discarded, but I am very fickle and have a butterfly mind that is easily distracted.

              Good to hear you found a solution to your writing challenge. I imagine you are relieved to have done so. I wonder where the inspiration to surmount that difficulty came from?

              Enjoy a successful, rewarding, and warm week. Take care,

              DN

              • For me, the process of entering contests and seeking publication does not sharpen my focus and my writing. It’s a research activity of finding venues that align with my work. That said, I’ve gotten feedback from editors in rejection letters that have led to revision and subsequent publication elsewhere.

                With the story I’m working on now, I knew what the problem was, but I couldn’t figure out fix it. In these instances, I reread the draft before I go to sleep and let my subconscious work on it. Then, when sit down with the story again, the solution pops into my head. (This may be superstition rather than cause and effect, however!)

                You have a good week as well, Dewin!

                • Good day Liz,

                  Your reasoning is very credible and obviously works for you: the ever growing list of successes is an indication that this activity as a working method ties in nicely with your areas of interest and helps maintains the flow of ideas relevant to your own work. It sounds a very useful stimulus, and feedback from rejection when received in the right frame of mind is a powerful resource. Thank you for the explanation.

                  Regarding your method for resolving writing challenges: I adopt a very similar approach (read and reread the draft) and allow the subconscious to work its magic, which may take longer than I’d like but thus far has always provided a credible, workable solution. That the problem is recognised in the first place is, I think, in itself a stimulus to finding a solution. It might be said that if the process of writing were easy there would be no challenge in doing it, however, when the ink flows without impediment, that is also a very fulfilling experience! 😀

                  Thank you for sharing insight into your creative approach Liz. I found your reply most interesting.

                  DN

  3. Your knowledge of the Greek Gods far out way my own Dewin, and yes that wind we had was pretty fierce..
    A much better day this Sunday with temperatures more the normal and a lovely sprinkle of white frost everywhere this morning..

    Sorry I did not get your wonderful reply directed into my notifications box again.. I came by searching for chapter 17.. But a thousand lines completed is a wonderful accomplishment already, and each one so descriptive that keeps us awaiting more..

    I trust your Dog walking duties fared well and today an ideal day with sun shining, blue skies and clear crisp air a much more pleasant day for Hiking , walking the dog and just being in nature.

    Whippets are a lovely breed, I have even thought of having one myself. Ever since I once read a story in my childhood about a boy who had a whippet on the Island of Jersey or Guernsey during the War.. At least that is what I remember.. But as to the title.. It alludes me.. .. The dog was a great comfort to the boy..

    Your poem called Alice and Henry, are both wonderful, Showing each personality.
    Thank you for sharing Dewin..
    Have a wonderful peaceful Sunday afternoon. 🙂 🐩🐕🐕‍🦺

    • Hey Sue, how are you? 😀

      It’s been a beautiful day here as well, albeit fresher, but isn’t it great to have blue skies and a little watery sunshine after what feels like months of overcast grey. I’d like to hope the warmer weather will stay for a while: it’d be nice to have firmer ground under one’s feet when out walking and not a quagmire as are most places around here!

      Myths and legends, folk-lore and story-telling traditions are always a reliable source of inspiration and reference. I know enough to get by, but where big holes exist in my knowledge, and there are many, numerous sites on-line fill in the gaps. As a keen gardener and allottmenteer I imagined you’d know of Zephyr who blows into town as prelude to winter/spring.

      Thank you for saying so Sue, a thousand lines is doing okay but writing was relatively slow-going last year as I was busy for months on end and access to the internet minimal. Still, I’m reasonably pleased with progress so far and hope this year might offer more time to write. Whilst I enjoy the challenge of narrative verse I grow tired of the form from time-to-time…perhaps that is, in part, why some degree of change is needed, and perhaps overdue.

      Pleased to know you enjoyed Alice and Henry. I’ve a few more animal based poems tucked away, the focus of which are family pets, including a story called Bonnie, about an errant tortoise! Writing them is quite different to more my more usual fare.

      Should you recall the name of the book you mention please let me know, I’d be interested to find out more about it. Whippets are a delightful breed Sue: gentle, good-natured, loyal, loving, charming, and intelligent. They make wonderful companions. Should you need encouragement to get a dog, I’d recommend a Whippet. One look in their big, limpid eyes and you’ll fall in love with them straight-away: I think female Whippets are very doe-like both in their manner and appearance 😀

      Lovely to hear from you Sue, thank you for your reply. I trust Sunday has been peaceful and relaxing and set you up nicely for the new week ahead. Have a pleasant evening.

      DN

      • Thank you Dewin I will remember a female whippet.. As for the book the title I cannot remember.. I read in infant school before age 11.. Going back a few years lol.. But I so remember the young boy and his love of his dog, whom if I remember rightly found each other..
        I looked online.. The Silver Sword rung a bell.. But I was certain it was about preparing the gun turrets in one of the islands.. and this book is set elsewhere.. I think this was made into a series or a drama on TV when I was young.. Memory plays tricks at times.. As things get mixed into one big pot lol.. 🙂

        • Thank you for trying to recall the title Sue, I appreciate you looking: I’m quite certain I’d not remember the specifics of a story from the past either and certainly not the title 😀 (I’ve looked online as well but unfortunately without success.) The story you read sounds a delightful tale and touched you in some way to briefly remember its premise.

          I’ve known Alice for a while now and we get on fabulously. Her owner is not able to walk her so walking duty is shared by myself and another. She has favourite haunts, the forest especially, where she is in her element running between the trees sniffing out this and that and generally having a great time. Whilst always well-behaved, her enthusiasm gets the better of her, so I often wait for short minutes when she disappears following some scent or another only to have her reappear 100 yards down the track where she waits for me to catch up!

          You are not alone in having memories weave with other memories in the crucible of the mind. I have forgotten far more than I remember and on occasion have been known to embellish what I fail to recall correctly with snippets from other times. If we were to have perfect recall of the past I wonder if there’d be room for new memories to take hold?

          Thanks again Sue. Have a great week.

          DN

          • Sounds as Alice has the best of both worlds.. So well taken care of and going for long run/walks in her favourite haunts.. The woods a wonderful place of smells and explorations..
            As for the memory.. lol… indeed I do not worry, I can forget what I go upstairs for one moment.. Only to remember in detail a long forgotten name a acquaintance I could not pluck from my memory a week before.. It hangs onto less of the trivia these days Dewin.. and instead my head is filled more with poetic words and I absorb deeper truths of understanding that come into my orbit..
            This morning for instance, I wrote a poem on the premise of book I had just finished reading.. The Intention Experiments by Lynne McTaggart, only to then listen to an old conversation from 2012 from my other favourite Author Gregg Braden in a recent YouTube upload. The both seemed to mirror each other perfectly and so my poem was born..
            I just finished typing it.. And will add a piece of art I painted in my Silent Time out..
            The poem may not make sense to all who read, but those who are awake enough will read between the spaces.. 🙂 I think..

            Have a great new week Dewin and may the Sun keep shinning on your walks.. 🙂

            • She is treasured Sue and well-taken care of. But she gives back three-fold all that is given.

              It sounds to me as though your unconscious is always active, always absorbing, and seeks your constant attention: a world of dreams and dreaming far more interesting than the mundane and superficial! 😀 But it doesn’t surprise me that the creative aspect inside you is always shouting for release Sue or that you do so well in honouring it and giving it room to express.

              The Intention Experiments by Lynne McTaggart sounds a fascinating book: its premise is most interesting. A quick look online has piqued my curiosity and I will look further into it. Thank you for citing it here.

              As to your poem, I’ll be sure to read it – and the spaces in-between – when it’s published on your blog accompanied by more of your delightful artwork.

              Thank you Sue. The sun is shining again today and all is well. Have a pleasant afternoon. Take care,

              DN

              • Enjoy the Sun Dewin and the book is an exceptional factual scientifically proven easily and well explained so the layman can understand read that we CAN and DO influence with our Intent.. That there is a ‘Field’ in those spaces between.. And that we each affect everything else.. I can recommend it.. 🙂 I got my book from a second hand book store.. 🙂 It jumped out at me to read.. 🙂

                • A book recommended is an opportunity not to be missed. Thank you Sue, I’ll consider investing in a copy.

                  I owned a previous title by her, The Field, which for some reason or another I didn’t get around to reading before lending it to a friend. In not being able to locate it now, I can only assume it was never returned. I might purchase another copy as precursor for the title you recommend.

                  Thanks again Sue 😀

                  DN

                  • I have a worn hardback copy of the Field another insightful read. Thank you also for you wonderful comment upon my post too Dewin. I hope to settle down this afternoon back in WP. In the mean time there is earth to be dug and muck to be spread before snowfall comes next week 😁💚 have a great day my friend 😄

                    • A pleasure Sue, your blog was a most insightful read: an inspiring and inspired post, thank you 😀

                      Snowfall next week? Excellent! A little late for Christmas but never mind, ’tis all part of Mother Nature’s master-plan. If it comes and goes quickly, all the better! (but I do enjoy the snow!)

                      I hope you’ve not to many aches and pains from your hard labour. The effort will be worth it! 😀 (See the vista not the process in getting there 😉 )

                      All the best,

                      DN

                    • I did sleep late afternoon Dewin… lol… And the aches …they will ease with practice.. 🙂 Snow I love also.. now I do not have to drive in it to get to work.. 😉

                    • The opportunity to have an afternoon siesta is what retirement is all about Sue: As I recall you threw away the wristwatch and decided to follow the rhythms of your body: you must have needed it.

                      Commuting daily is an absolute grind at the best of times: in times of snow it can be nigh on impossible and simply not worth the effort…life is too short to be waiting at a cold, lonely bus-stop for a bus that’ll never come. You’re better off without the hassle 😀

                      Have a great week!

                      DN

    • Twas a pleasure Saania. Having read Sophie’s World many years ago, and been fascinated by its content, I couldn’t resist perusing your ponderous pen, nor enjoying your prose and poem.

      Some books are gateways to intellectual enlightenment. Perhaps Sophie’s World is one such book. I hope you will always be enchanted by thoughtful enquiry and mindful discernment. To know thyself is an adventure like no other 😀

      Thank you for your visit 😀

      Namaste,

      DN

      P.S: Have you ever wondered at the meaning of your name?

    • Thank you very much da-AL 😀 I’m happy to know you enjoyed reading this instalment. A previous comment suggested it is an excursion into the metapoetic, which translates as the writer taking a longer view in order to see where this story is headed. I’d like to hope I have a better perspective on it, but time will tell. Quite possibly the protagonist will benefit as well! 😀

      Thank you for reading and commenting. Enjoy your weekend.

      DN

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