The Magnolia Shadow

To capture the welcome sunlight
sat in this garden chair, is no crime.
Watching the cloud trawlers work
the changing palette of Constable’s eye.
Subjects of the wind’s intent
we feel, and hear, yet rarely see
the variegated boundaries we create.
Soiled by shadows a patchwork
landscape is creased and dented,
lit sporadically in broken patterns
as ladders of blue trail cirrus tentacles.
Beyond these walls life calls us
in every bleat and bird that sings
in slow vibration of wet stone walls,
crisscrossed atop the lines of earth’s palm
in a stoic patience of the sentinel oak,
whispered in the rhythm of wind turbines.
But here inside this suntrap warmth
feel the racing drone of annual insects,
no moment wasted in between fuchsia lips
and tiger orange lilies, nectar sipped, savoured.
Only the fleeting swallows that dip
clipping the edge of summer’s lament
know this perennial passing sorrow,
for just as the Magnolia shadow fades
when these clouds collate to morn
I shall be gone, an echo reflected
only in faded memories or words.
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13 responses to “The Magnolia Shadow

  1. No crime at all if you’re going to write like this 😉 I shall simply say ~ beautiful, Abi….your best so far, in my humble opinion…& my new favourite of yours…lovely, lovely poem xo

  2. Abi, your poem oozes with the inspiration that I know you felt sitting beneath that Yorkshire sunshine & those drifting clouds. There are some wonderful lines in this poem that all combine to give a feeling of epiphany … or ‘spots of time’, as Wordsworth called them. And under the Magnolia you will remain, in shadow or even in the bleakest light, you will be there, now, in our garden … forever. Beautiful write 🙂 x

  3. What a lovely landscape collage!!! As if a seasoned artist is drawing a landscape & I have a ringside view. Just wonderful.

  4. now this perennial passing sorrow,

    for just as the Magnolia shadow fades

    when these clouds collate to morn

    I shall be gone, an echo reflected

    only in faded memories or words.’ – sublime Abi, so beautifully captured – hugs Lib

  5. oh, just lovely… my kind of day. i especially loved these lines:
    “no moment wasted in between fuchsia lips
    and tiger orange lilies, nectar sipped, savoured.
    Only the fleeting swallows that dip
    clipping the edge of summer’s lament
    know this perennial passing sorrow,”

  6. Painting a vagary in shifting colors, textures and temperature. You have somehow captured the essence of stillness. This is fine writing and careful. Excellent work.

  7. first…i love magnolias for their beauty and fleeting nature…just like life seems to be..and much like your reflective voice here…almost can hear you breathing in and out and each breath seems to carry a thought

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