I first heard of Ted Hughes in the context that he had been Sylvia Plath’s husband, turns out he was a really famous poet himself! I am yet explore his huge array of work, but I have started with this poem titled ‘Snowdrop’

Snowdrop – Ted Hughes

Now is the globe shrunk tight
Round the mouse’s dulled wintering heart.
Weasel and crow, as if moulded in brass,
Move through an outer darkness
Not in their right minds,
With the other deaths. She, too, pursues her ends,
Brutal as the stars of this month,
Her pale head heavy as metal.

Source : poem-a-day

I had to read this 8-line poem multiple times to get anything from it. I was initially missing the context that Snowdrop is a flower that is white, pale, bell-like, and flowers in winter. So, even with this context, this poem was for me about winter, gloom, death, survival. My poem for today is derived from the aura of Snowdrop but set in a different season, Fall.

Fall

gust of wind blew out the sun

twilight stepped in early

 

a mashed brown clump of twigs, a silent fall

a crow and squirrel witness

 

we children peer in-

 

three balls of brown wool like shrivelled lemons

with birthmarks on their noses,

too nascent on this globe to cause

a cacophony at their predicament.

 

we are called in for tea.

 

back outside in the garden

for another peer –

 

three disappeared

whatever happened?

crow nowhere in sight

a squirrel squeal somewhere.

 

H for Ted Hughes, My poem: Fall #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z #NaPoWriMo
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8 thoughts on “H for Ted Hughes, My poem: Fall #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z #NaPoWriMo

  • April 9, 2019 at 6:55 pm
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    Again a beautiful one Namratha

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  • April 9, 2019 at 11:23 am
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    I like the tale that unfolds in your poem Fall. But the opening lines caught my attention particularly.

    gust of wind blew out the sun
    twilight stepped in early

    I like the way you describe Fall when the sun sets early and twilight steps in. It is windy during Fall and I like the idea of a gust of wind blowing out the Sun. It sounds very poetic. The rest of the poem with the crow and the squirrels is also very captivating.

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