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The Wolves are Running


A travelling Showman collects as he goes
and lest you should be in any real doubt
know what he collects the travelling man shows.

The Wolves are Running, as Someone well knows,
but though it’s the snow that brings the Wolves out,
the travelling man still collects as he goes.

Someone, if seen, isn’t safe from his foes;
when asked where he is it is best you say nowt,
for what he collects the travelling man shows.

With Barney dog, pack, and his travelling clothes
will the Showman escape? Will he still go about?
The travelling Showman collects as he goes.

The Wolves are still Running; it thaws and it snows;
and people they’ll scrobble, and laws they will flout,
yet what he collects the travelling man shows.

But hope still remains, despite all those woes,
that humans and wolves he will put all to rout:
a travelling man collects as he goes,
and what he collects the travelling man shows.


A villanelle inspired by John Masefield’s The Box of Delights (1935) and incorporating key phrases from the fantasy

Welcome spring’s on its way

From March through to May
farewell hard frost, mists and storm;
welcome spring’s on its way.
Bye to sky’s steel grey!
Now freezing rain becomes warm
from March through to May.
Hail, lengthening day,
dark nights no longer the norm!
Welcome spring’s on its way.
Sun, slip in that ray
through the shutters each morn
from March through to May
so that each new day
makes us all glad that we’re born;
welcome spring’s on its way.

Hear now what I say: seasons reform, don’t conform.
From March through to May welcome spring’s on its way.


Another villanelle on the subject of Spring, this time the five tercets are in senryu form and the final quatrain written out as a couplet.

When winter’s snow at last

When winter’s snow at last begins to thaw
and buds and blossoms start their sumptuous show
we sense the seasons cease their senseless war.

First snowdrops shyly peer out to explore
the scene, then daffodils with golden glow
when winter’s snow at last begins to thaw.

Faint breezes fan our brows, no longer raw,
and short rain showers substitute for snow.
We sense the seasons cease their senseless war

now celandines have lit the forest floor
and dancing daisies over grassland grow,
when winter’s snow at last begins to thaw.

Moist fat balls, seeds and mealworms, they’re the store
that blackbirds, tits and finches want to know.
We sense the seasons cease their senseless war.

The border’s down; breath held, we watch in awe
with next-door neighbour now a friend, not foe.
When winter’s snow at last begins to thaw
we sense the seasons cease their senseless war.


Villanelle on ‘spring’ written in response to a creative writing course poetry assignment