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.
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 –
crow nowhere in sight
a squirrel squeal somewhere.