Here is some news for those who have been asking whether I've ever had a poem published! Not one, but two poems have appeared in a magazine called "The Dawntreader", Issue 26, Summer 2014.
As you can imagine, I am really pleased about this............................. Here they are.
6 Acre Meadow
hustled
by warm spring air;
buttercups,
sun bright, beckon –
dandelions
disperse seconds,
clocking
up time.
Crows
in low gear, lift
cast
on the may-scented breeze,
their
wings ebony, flight fluid as the brook.
©Sue
Burley
Above Ringmore
At
Ringmore, All Hallows stands proud
above
the deep-cut Devon lanes.
A
tractor, fat tyres higher than a man
pulls
silage uphill between steep hedges.
Sheep
drift clouding the falling fields.
From
the churchyard the sea glints pewter
in
the cleft of the valley, the soft air full
of sweet mown grass; a faint taste of salt.
Above
Ringmore, cornflowers bunch in jars,
guard
headstones with epitaphs in curlicue script,
mourn
dead babies and wives gone too soon.
“The
Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away.”
At
noon sea mist curls in drenching our faces
wrapping
the ships out of Plymouth, sinuous
between
the laurel’s salt-scoured leaves;
summer
seems past yet this is only June.
Bells
ring from a distant tower,
the
air so still for once, the birds silent.
The
earth moves through us; we turn our backs
for
the last time, fearful that it might stop