It’s Mayday 2020.
We’re stuck in a national lockdown and the world is discombobulated beyond our wildest imaginings.
Nature doesn’t care though – the bluebells bloomed as normal, even here in Northumberland, and I am reminded of a poem I wrote back in 2016, in the tranquility of a Cotswold woodland near my parents’ home when the word pandemic was known only in history texts.
Over the years I’ve entered many poetry competitions (to no avail!) and have never published a self-written poem on the blog before.
I figure there’s not much to lose at the moment so, if you’re missing the woods or the bluebells, or your soul or quiet time in nature, this may or may not be for you! Here goes…
Here amongst the bluebells
Here amongst the Bluebells…
…the world seems still. Stopped.
And atop this wild cathedra,
I feel stopped, at pause.
Elated, warm, at ease.
The birds sing out a torrent,
Through this ancient vault of trees,
Sunlight pours contentment,
Cloaked in chorus on the breeze.
Nature spreads her joyful play,
Ahead and all around,
Instilling true and total peace,
Through silence cloaked in sound.
A sort of unity with air,
The world so thus enclosed,
Abundant nothingness, deep-filled,
With quiet life distilled.
They nod consent, (the Bluebells!),
To this idle joy; to love.
They shine in quiet piety,
Truth chiming in each bud.
Each silent ring,
(Or whatever other spell they deem to conjure),
Reveals, re-fuels, ignites the soul,
Restores the faith deep under.
With still-stopped warmth in nature’s pause,
Elation wriggles free.
Delicate, stealthy, forceful,
Joy-filled dancing, buoyant peace.
A craving soul, a lovelorn heart,
Finds solace and release.
Am I enjoying myself? I am.
In joy in myself, within myself….
…..amongst the bells of blue?
– I am!
Wild wishes to you all for a merry Mayday! May your bluebells be many, your soul-song ring wildly and your lockdown fly swiftly.

Since publishing this post I was utterly humbled to be asked permission for it to be read at the funeral of one of my readers – someone I don’t know personally. It was an honour to of course say yes and I hope the words brought much comfort.
Bluebell Walk
The NSPCC bluebell walk at Ratcheugh Crag, Northumberland (every May) is well worth a visit – the Crag only opens once a year especially for this event.
Read about our Mum and Daughter day there in bluebell walk, complete with chocolate cake and body boarding at the beach!
Keep an eye on the NSPCC Facebook page for next year’s date.
More outdoor inspiration?
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There’s more wild-inspired poems in the Poetry section and if your children enjoy nature poetry, we reviewed this anthology; I Am The Seed That Grew The Tree in the reviews section.
For more outdoor adventure inspiration browse the website (for after lockdown), from coasteering to citizen science, picnics to puffins.
See you on the outside!
A beautiful poem! You get to “see” the description of the flowers even before you see the picture. Congratulations? I pray you win an award soonest!
Thank you for taking the time to comment! I don’t know about awards but it’s good to have it on the blog
That is a beautiful poem!
Thanks Abigail, it took a bit of courage to post so it’s lovely to hear you like it!
This is beautiful, Lucy, so evocative – “silence cloaked in sound”. How I miss seeing bluebells this year!
Thanks Annette, there are a few in our local woods but it’s not a ‘bluebell’ wood as such. Looking forward to lockdown liberty!
Hi, Just found your gorgeous poem. We’re just planning my Mum’s funeral and she really loved bluebell woods. Are you happy for me to use it in the service? Would credit you of course. Happy to donate something to you for a charity if your choice. Wendy x
Hi Wendy, thank you for taking the trouble to get in touch at what must be a very sad time for you. It’s heartwarming to hear that your Mum loved bluebell woods and also that you’re turning to nature for comfort during her service. I’d be completely honoured if you use the poem, and grateful that you find it worthy! A donation to any of the wonderful children’s cancer charites would be lovely – let me know if you need suggestions otherwise I’ll leave it with you. Sending you and your family much strength and love as you cope with your Mum’s loss. Heartfelt thanks and wild wishes, Lucy