An English Autumn
Amber leaves in hedgerows lie,
Beneath a pewter, restless sky.
The fields are brushed with ochre light,
And mist drifts in at edge of night.
Beneath a pewter, restless sky.
The fields are brushed with ochre light,
And mist drifts in at edge of night.
Along the lanes, the brambles burn
With berries dark as dusk’s return.
Chestnut, copper, gold, and flame—
Each tree a torch, no two the same.
With berries dark as dusk’s return.
Chestnut, copper, gold, and flame—
Each tree a torch, no two the same.
The moors wear cloaks of russet brown,
While distant hills in haze look down.
By winding streams, the willows weep,
Their golden hair in waters deep.
While distant hills in haze look down.
By winding streams, the willows weep,
Their golden hair in waters deep.
Down to the coast, the salt winds blow,
Where sea and sky in twilight glow.
Cliffs crowned with gorse and fading green,
Meet pebbled shores and waves between.
Where sea and sky in twilight glow.
Cliffs crowned with gorse and fading green,
Meet pebbled shores and waves between.
Here autumn’s palette, bold and wide,
Paints countryside and ocean side.
A fleeting fire, a gentle close—
The year’s last gift before the snows.
Paints countryside and ocean side.
A fleeting fire, a gentle close—
The year’s last gift before the snows.
AI Generated
"Out the back"
"Back bar"
"The old forge"
"The old Fire station"
"Alms houses"
"Nookes and Crannies"
"Passing storm"
"Rain in sight"
"Promise kept"
"Stormy waters"
AI generated poem written in the style of William Blake:
Upon the shore where tempests sweep,
The restless waves in fury leap;
A brooding sky, both dark and bright,
Divides the day from coming night.
Yet in the storm, a vision gleams—
Eternal peace within our dreams.
The restless waves in fury leap;
A brooding sky, both dark and bright,
Divides the day from coming night.
Yet in the storm, a vision gleams—
Eternal peace within our dreams.
Analysis: Blakean Elements in the Poem
1. Nature as Symbolism:
Blake often used natural imagery—such as storms, skies, and seas—to symbolise deeper spiritual or emotional truths. The poem’s depiction of the tempestuous shore and brooding sky echoes Blake’s tendency to imbue landscapes with meaning beyond the literal.
Blake often used natural imagery—such as storms, skies, and seas—to symbolise deeper spiritual or emotional truths. The poem’s depiction of the tempestuous shore and brooding sky echoes Blake’s tendency to imbue landscapes with meaning beyond the literal.
2. Contrast and Duality:
Blake’s poetry is famous for exploring opposites: innocence and experience, light and dark, peace and turmoil. The poem contrasts “fury” and “peace,” “day” and “night,” mirroring Blake’s fascination with duality.
Blake’s poetry is famous for exploring opposites: innocence and experience, light and dark, peace and turmoil. The poem contrasts “fury” and “peace,” “day” and “night,” mirroring Blake’s fascination with duality.
3. Visionary Tone:
Blake’s work often moves from the physical to the visionary, suggesting that spiritual insight can be found within the ordinary. The final lines—“Yet in the storm, a vision gleams— / Eternal peace within our dreams”—capture this movement from external chaos to internal revelation.
Blake’s work often moves from the physical to the visionary, suggesting that spiritual insight can be found within the ordinary. The final lines—“Yet in the storm, a vision gleams— / Eternal peace within our dreams”—capture this movement from external chaos to internal revelation.
4. Rhythmic Simplicity:
The poem uses a simple, rhythmic structure, reminiscent of Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience. The regular meter and rhyme scheme evoke the musicality of Blake’s verse.
The poem uses a simple, rhythmic structure, reminiscent of Blake’s Songs of Innocence and Experience. The regular meter and rhyme scheme evoke the musicality of Blake’s verse.
5. Mystical Optimism:
Despite the stormy setting, the poem ends on a note of hope and transcendence, much like Blake’s belief in the possibility of spiritual redemption and inner peace.
Despite the stormy setting, the poem ends on a note of hope and transcendence, much like Blake’s belief in the possibility of spiritual redemption and inner peace.
"After the rain"
"Attention!"
"Dodgy atmosphere"
"Pampas"
"Murky"
Mist Over Minehead
Grey morning, mist enfolds the roofs—
A silence heavy as regret;
Lamp-posts lean, forgotten truths
Of days the heart cannot forget.
A silence heavy as regret;
Lamp-posts lean, forgotten truths
Of days the heart cannot forget.
Behind the flats, the wooded hill
Fades into sorrow, veiled and cold;
A world abandoned, damp and still,
Where memories are left unsold.
Yet, as the weary rain relents,Fades into sorrow, veiled and cold;
A world abandoned, damp and still,
Where memories are left unsold.
A silver glimmer breaks the grey;
And hope, in quiet increments,
Begins to softly light the day
"Off side"
"Harbour light"
"Tides out"
"Which way"
"Reflection"
"October surfer at Minehead"
"Let there be light"
"Shaft of light"
"Back lit"
"Atmospheric"
"Painterly beeches"
"Echoes of war"
"Autumn leaves"
"Golden glow"
"Fallen pine"
"Treesome"
The Tree at Blackpits
Upon the windswept moor it stands alone,
A sentinel of seasons, roots grown deep,
Its branches etched against a sky of stone,
Where silent clouds in restless currents sweep.
A sentinel of seasons, roots grown deep,
Its branches etched against a sky of stone,
Where silent clouds in restless currents sweep.
The grasses bow in whispers at its feet,
Old stories tangled in the autumn gold,
While weathered posts and rails retreat,
Marking boundaries that the years have told.
Old stories tangled in the autumn gold,
While weathered posts and rails retreat,
Marking boundaries that the years have told.
No other tree for miles will dare to rise
With such defiant grace against the gale;
It wears the wildness in its ancient guise,
A living legend in the open vale.
With such defiant grace against the gale;
It wears the wildness in its ancient guise,
A living legend in the open vale.
So let the storms come rolling from the west,
And let the dusk draw shadows long and free—
For in this quiet place the land is blessed
By the enduring heart of Blackpits’ tree.
And let the dusk draw shadows long and free—
For in this quiet place the land is blessed
By the enduring heart of Blackpits’ tree.
"Blenheim gardens"