Nordic cloud
Nordic cloud
Nov 01, 2010

SKORVE IS MY ANCHOR

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"SKORVE IS MY ANCHOR"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 17th October 2010.

Skorve is my anchor 
where my house caught in the web 
of chequered fields, 
resides.

Its hulk a shoulder to lean on
when feeling grey, 
its ever changing seasons painted,
from the summit to the dale,
the thousand little streams 
that make their misty veils
after the heavy rains;
where rainbows play across the deep,
and forests weep their tears, 
through winters many storms.

Great peaceful bosom risen from the sod,
your presence fills my mind, my view,
and if there is a god 'tis you who 
so reveal divinity in nature's many days,
of trial and turmoil, tugged and frozen, 
bleached and baked in sun, 
you weather all and gain my honoured smile,
while we who live below, 
beneath your darkened brow,
do our very best to see you're wise, 
in spite of all the troubles we disguise.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Skorve is the mountain opposite my house in the rift valley of Flatdal, not far from Seljord on the way to the Hardanger Vidda (Wide/moor) it is a long shoulder that lies to the West now with snow on its summit, I see t from my window every moment I glance up and its always different. Behind me is the forest.

Style/Type: Free verse

About the Author

Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

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Nordic cloud

Yes my views from windows are important for me every moment I look up, I recommend all to place their desks close to such an outlook if they possibly can, be it in the bedroom, the kitchen or even the bathroom, as that is what gives us poets wings with which to fly our words onto the page and delight first of all ourselves and hopefully others.

Love to you and your views Shirl from Ann

Geezer

Geezer

14 years 5 months ago

Asgarrd and the rainbow bridge. How magnificent it must be to see that mountain from your window, and know that it will be there on the morrow, for you to see then too!
Love and big hugs for my Queen, ~ Gee

Nordic cloud

Sir Geezer, you understand their worth, those mountains, those and trees are my 'gods' if I have to have any such to guide or act as solace and joy in life outside humans. The rainbows were truly there three over each other so astounding in the dying sunshine, it was a near 'godly' experience to see them, I phoned someone at the time, balancing my umbrella, holding a dog on a leash, holding the telephone and wielding the camera all in one go, I have perhaps posted the story, I can put it on here in Blog or forum perhaps!

Mountiais that make us feel we are the greatest most important being on earth at the same time the least important and the smallest in their expression of solidity and heaven reaching summits:-

I quote once again something that moved me about mountains when I was young:-

"Ye are bound for the mountains 
ah with you let me go
where your cold distant barriers 
the vast range of snow
the loose clouds lifts dimly 
its white peaks in air
how deep is their stillness
ah would I were there."

Part of a longer poem by Matthew Arnold.
Love to you my grand knight of Neopoets, Q..Anne.

Nordic cloud

But what it stands for I don't yet know, I have asked and they didn't know why it was called that either, perhaps I shall find out, but a name is only a name, a substitute for the real thing, so it matters not.

From my house I look up at one of the many 'nuts' as they call them, and mine is called Hestenuten which means Horse summit, as that part looks like the saddle of a horse.

Glad I took you away from the blocks of Glasgow, and yet they too can be magicked into expressing something else with an eye and an imagination they sometimes become great pinnacles of shining light, or dark daggers pointing at the sky stirring its thunder and lightening, its a matter of seeing as Rodin says below.
Love from Ann in her Nordic clouds.

judyanne

what imagery!!!
'where my house caught in the web
of chequered fields,
resides....'
that continued to the end taking me to a vision of beauty.
awesome annanya
love your new name by the way
hugs
judyanne
xxxx

Nordic cloud

How I love them, each with so many different characters,
and some I have climbed and seen far and wide with the
sense of existence on this planet that they give, we are
elevated by their presence into the realms of poetry and
art, their very essence is awesome isn't it?

No wonder there are many "Holy" mountains,
as there are trees, two of my favourites. And
to be privileged to live with such a view every
minute of the day is blissful existence.

Thank you judyanne, are there any mountains not far from you?

A

This is so lovely that I went on reading it in just one breath. Pure and refined language added much flavour to this beautiful mountain view. It reminds me of the mountains of Himalaya, Ann. Just lovely.
Thanks for sharing this piece.
Regards
Ayaz

Victorclaude

Margaret Ann,

Your environs sound beautiful. I was born the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, and I share your obvious reverence for places such as you so well described in this wonderful work. My sister's name was Margaret Ann. Very nice.

Thank you for this one.

Ciao,

Victor