How lovely the land lies in October,
Still as the moon.
The new wheat is planted.
The drivers are gone
To pile up their wood
Or be soothed by a screen.
The felled tree is sawn,
The robin’s cross cry
Now liquid and long,
The cold finds my fingers.
The moon fills the sky.
- Alison Brackenbury
Date: Saturday 28th September
Time: 7:30pm (BST)
Location: Methil Stage, Bywater. The Shire.
Topic: Autumn Gold; Memories and Contentment
Prizes: "Harvest-Home Bard" title; a little bit of this, a little bit of that.
The sun has grown and in the fields, the lads bring in the bounty of the ground. Tis the time ter start preparing for the long dark nights that will soon be with. In the woods, the birds are moving, heading towards places warmer. And so the cycle turns once more...
Fer tis time is again fer ye budding poets, ye who have waited through the long days since the last gathering, ter put word ter paper and show us what ye can do!
Again, there are three topics ter choose from when ye begin ter create. " Autumn Gold; memories and Contentment " For what is Autumn without some of these three?
Now places are limited - ye've no idea how many there are just bursting ter share their poems with us, it does me heart glad, so it does - so get yer names down and it'll be a grand night ter remember!
No one race holds alone the ability ter create poems of such wonder it melts yer heart, so all are welcome ter apply be ye Hobbit, Elf, Dwarf or Man, the stage is open ter all.