There’s a Penguin In My Courtyard

Today I was struggling for a title and the wording of my 2nd line, but after a chat with a friend of mine, a well known poet, who’s, “Living on the equator and longing for snow”. and she inadvertently inspired me, to come up with the title, and complete my second line….

 

There’s a Penguin In My Courtyard

 

my courtyards a frozen pond

cold enough for a penguin

shrouds of ice lay upon the ground

and a crisp sharpness cuts the sound

of the birds unthawed songs of silence

as fernery fronds curl in glaciated defiance

and in the corner there’s a frostbitten spider’s web

while frigidly rigid is the succulent flower bed

above there’s the sun’s ambient saffron disc

the dawn’s prediction that golden days do exist

 

Ivor Steven (c) June 2020

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

35 thoughts on “There’s a Penguin In My Courtyard”

    1. Haha.. during lockdown…. I seem to be writing more and more Claudia….and yes you’re right…. I know myself …. my work seems to have become betterer… Thank you for vote of confidence, I appreciate your support…. xxx

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  10. Ivor, you may tell your friend on the equator that I can send her plenty of snow and cold in January. I’m willing to share!

    Wonderful poem, although it’s difficult to imagine as we’ve entered summer here. You can send the penguin north toward the end of the year, but not too soon. 🙂

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  16. This penguin is much cuter than the one from your other poem. Kudos to your snow loving muse! She does inspire in any weather! I like these lines the best: and a crisp sharpness cuts the sound of the birds unthawed songs of silence.

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