It’s Mayday 2020.
We’re stuck in lockdown and the world is discombobulated beyond most of our wildest imaginings.
Nature doesn’t care though – the bluebells have bloomed as normal, even up 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.
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 nothing…
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.

Northumberland readers, the NSPCC bluebell walk at Ratcheugh Crag (24th May this year) may be happening virtually, so keep an eye on their Facebook page. Read about our Mum and Daughter day at the bluebell walk a couple of years ago, complete with chocolate cake and body boarding at the beach!
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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