GloPoWriMo 2017 - day twenty-two

Today the prompt is to write a georgic. And no, I'm not going to tell you what one is!


In Orkney they . . .


The land is good, and most suitable
To cultivation, but wherever
I went it was terribly neglected
And underutilised.
The stock were not thriving
As they were let to roam
Freely and not fed.
The crops were sparse, and
Sown only for personal use.
But what else could you expect from
Such a lazy and slovenly race?

The words of Walter Scott do
not paint a happy picture of
the Orcadian isles that I know and
love, but then he was writing as
a rich man with all the benefit of
privilege and wealth.
And some of his ideas were
actually relatively sound.


(c) 2ndwitch, 22/04/17

GloPoWriMo 2017 - day eight

Today the prompt is to use repetition.



My England.

The limestone edges, sculpted by water
Are timeless, changing and never-changing.
The caves and chasms that lie beneath
The heather and bracken of the moorland
Are timeless, changing and never-changing.
The white clouds, chasing each other across
The vast northern skies, sun-kissed and rain-washed
Are timeless, changing and never-changing.
This land.
Our land.
Limestone land.
Granite land.
Heather land.
Forest land.
Sea strand land.
Wheat field land.
High crag land.
Not land of blood.
Not land of flags.
Not land of names.
Not land of religion.
Not land of skin shade.
Not land of empire.
Not land of slaves.
This England.

(c) 2ndwitch, 08/04/17

My thanks to the writing of Hamish Henderson and of Maggie Holland for my inspiration. My 'thanks' to Brexit for coalescing my thoughts.