Meeting the earth in mutual trust

Nature, history and human connection are recurring themes in the poetry of Adam Archer. Adam is a passionate writer and poet who is based in Dorset. We are very thankful for his excellent contribution which invites us to embrace and appreciate the natural world.

Muddy Boots

I find myself on ground that gives, 
Wild grass up to my waist, 
From this point the green cascades, 
Yet somehow feels misplaced.

I follow suit and meet new ground,
My steps meet unaged gray, 
With each firm foot I’m more detached,
Into the darkling day.

With all footfalls, I miss the earth,
My eyes now meet the ground, 
I scan the plain, for signs of life, 
No evidence is found. 

To take a step into the gray
Removes me from the green,
I shall not meet, that darkling day,
But somewhere in-between.

On ground that gives, I know my place,
Meeting the earth in mutual trust, 
As animal upon the face,
My place on land goes undiscussed.

Adam Archer, 23, Dorset

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I wonder if ever I’ll feel again

A special thanks to Hannah Esplin for her fine contribution to Voices and the competition. Hannah is a keen poet who is based in Dereham, and ‘Touch’ is a thoughtful and profound offering we are sure everyone will appreciate. Thank you Hannah and keep up the excellent work.

Touch 

I don’t feel like I used to.

I’ve lost touch with myself.
My fingertips spread forwards,
Towards the sea of memories
And nothing comes back.

I wonder if ever I’ll feel again,
Feel silk stretch under me,
See a new world of colour,
Let me go back 

But as my fingers touch ,
It’s not the same anymore.
Sore eyes are a common sight,
Sleepless in Seattle.

A generation of roses arise,
Surround me all around 
But thorns scorn the soul
And I’m back here.

Awake in the bed.
Woken in a daze by the same
Looping coup d’etat
Inside of my head.

Hannah Esplin, 16, Dereham, Norfolk

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how magical the diamond coloured water is

In the words of his mum, William Reavill is ‘an amazing, imaginative young man who sees the world in a wonderful way’. We are sure you will agree when you read ‘Deep Dreams’ – and we are very proud indeed to include such a magnificent poem in the blog and competition. William loves skimming stones and enjoys watching ‘The 1900 Island’ on BBC 1 I-player. Thank you William for such a fantastic contribution and keep creating magical poetry!

Deep dreams

Shimmering, 

in blue-sapphire waters 

a fish lay sleeping underneath the waves, 

while people up top went skimming for days.

–

On the other side of the water 

no one knows what lies.

Just the fish that sits and waits for a surprise.

–

Some people go fishing just to test which fish is the best. 

But some are glorious in their quest,

and come home triumphant with fish for every mouth. 

But still do not know how magical the diamond coloured water is with its magnificent waves.

–

The brave silver fish, 

that still sleep

know, 

and keep their secret 

carefully.

William Reavill, 9

Did you enjoy this poem? Why not visit Maggie’s website at: Maggie’s Centre Nottingham to find out more about their exceptional work and/or make a donation.

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