Monday, 22 April 2013

Moonlit Giraffodils

Raph G Neckmann and giraffodils Ingrid Sylvestre North East artist author and entertainer Durham UK
I've been in a giraffodil mood for days! I should really say 'moods' in the plural, for giraffodils can induce a whole range of emotions, from merry and light-hearted, to tranquil, through to mysteriously inspiring and numinous.

There's a picture hanging in our diningroom entitled 'Moonlit Giraffodils'. For me it essentially captures that transcendent moment when you are suddenly face-to-face with swathes of pale giraffodils all nodding in the ethereal light.

Giraffodils - Ingrid Sylvestre North East artist Durham UK The moon is currently full, so yesterday evening I ventured out into the woods just beyond the farm. The scene was remarkably similar to our picture! I felt so moved that I was unable to stay long, but returned home and penned this poem. A little clumsy, but it expresses how I felt.


Moonlit Giraffodils
At the edge of the wood the giraffodils wait in swathes,
And the sunlight bids the twilight in, which bathes
Those nodding blooms in rose, and dwindling rays
******Of gold, to usher in the night.

A bird in the branches trills and trills again its song so high
In the bud-laden twigs, whose tips shall rake the sky,
Now clouded. Gently the breeze whispers, rustles turf, trees sigh.
******The moon, unveiled, reveals her secret light.

Now silver trumpets lift on slender necks of gold, and sing
To the moonlight shining forth - their homage bring
In graceful rhythm, fragrant dance of spring,
******Pulsating pattern of scent and sound and sight.

And I, like an interloper, watch from birch bole hide,
Trembling lest so transfixed and rooted, I abide
Forever in this sylvan glade! O quickly turn aside,
******And run for home and snug and slumber tight.

Raph G. Neckmann 28th March 2008 14:41GWT

Giraffodils - Ingrid Sylvestre North East artist Durham UK