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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 4 – Masters)
Topic: Season(s) of a year or life (01/13/11)

TITLE: Fiddlehead Island
By Yvonne Blake
01/18/11


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Not quite a mile off the coast of Maine
In a chilly northern bay
A speck of land claims a spot of earth;
They call it Fiddlehead Island.

When snowy banks dissolve in May,
In a shady meadow nook,
The ferns uncurl their feathery necks,
And bluets dance with daisies.

Above the splash of the crashing waves,
In the top of a scraggly pine,
An osprey builds its twiggy nest,
As the squawking gulls soar above.

At lowest tide, in a sandy cove,
In the lee of the constant wind,
A picnic of clams is shared by some crabs,
While a seal pup beds in the pebbles.

On the sunny side of Fiddlehead,
In the cracks of the shaley ledge,
The bushes droop with ripened fruit,
As a treat for chipmunks and mice.

When sea blends with sky, and sails skim by,
In the pinkish twilight hours,
The buoy ding-dongs a rhythmic beat
With the swishing of waves on the sand.

As leaves turn crimson, orange, and gold,
In the nip of the changing air,
The long summer days must bid adieu
To the geese as they’re honking home.

“Neath fiercesome waves that beat the isle,
In the face of a nor’eastern wind,
The stinging spray is cold and cruel,
But the speck of land endures.

Beneath the crystal, snowy nights,
In silent patience waiting,
The island dreams, with assurance deep,
Of fiddleheads and berries.



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Beth LaBuff 01/20/11
oh wow, I'm in love with this poem. Every phrase, every image, every word is exquisite!
Verna Cole Mitchell 01/20/11
I was drawn in by the rhythm and held captive by each separate beautifully pictured stanza. Outstanding poetry!
Patricia Herchenroether01/20/11
So much for me thinking free verse has no rhythm! Beautifully done. I wish I was there.
Henry Clemmons01/22/11
Simply outstanding. I read it outloud and loved every syllable. Thank you for such an enjoyable poetic tour.
Allison Egley 01/22/11
Oh, very nice. I felt like I was on the island for just a bit. :)
Rachel Phelps01/23/11
Lovely balance of creativity and clarity. Excellent word choices.
Carol Slider 01/24/11
This so beautiful, vivid and descriptive... just like a walk around this lonely yet magical island. Lovely poetry!
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 01/25/11
I enjoyed this. As a kid, in the spring we would hunt for fiddleheads. Dad knew just where to find them and Mom cooked them as a special springtime treat, Each Spring, I go fiddlehead searching so my kids might know the taste of. But alas, I can never find them. Perhaps you can direct me to your beautiful Fiddlehead Island. I love it when a poem takes me somewhere that few can go and yours did just that.
Lynda Schultz 01/26/11
Gorgeous.