The First Snowdrop
by Lesley Scoble
Crisp crunch beneath my frozen feet,
The ground hardened by ice and sleet,
The whispering sound of my breath,
In the chill wintry sleep of death.
Nothing stirs in this silent place,
Until I see something which slows my pace,
Upon this raw, cold woodland slope,
I catch a tiny glimpse of hope…
For there, within this hoary bower,
Blooms the bravest, smallest, fragile flower,
And so, I pause, my footsteps stop.
To linger, and smile, with the first snowdrop.
Lesley Scoble, January 2025
I wrote my poem The First Snowdrop in response to the W3 Prompt#142. Where Sarah David is the Poet of the Week. Her prompt is to write a poem of up to 12 lines on the theme of hope or renewal. I was also inspired to write my poem to the d’Verse Poets: Diving into Margins prompt. Hosted by Dora.
THANKS
My humble thanks to David, The Skeptics Kaddish and to Sarah David, for the inspirational prompt.
My thanks also to Dora, the d’Verse Poets.
Above all, thank you, the reader, for reading.
Lesley lives in the City of London Square Mile. An artist, actor and sculptor (her first ceramic sculpture won the V&A inspired by… Award). Scenic artist & book illustrator, playwright (her musical play, Rapscallion performed in inner city schools and theatre school); TV dancer; mime artist; Animator and illustrator for TV production. Set up Pinecone Studios Ltd and IIMSI Ltd drama and filmmaking workshops in London – producing award-winning films made by children.
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