In full bloom


In full bloom


My year begins again in Bluebell wood

the foreground, thickly pollen-fogged

fills topaz hued and emerald bright while

humming bees sing canopies above, lifting

improbably fat queen torsos to sycamore’s sweetness

while thrush and blackbird lilt and warblers babble news

The first midges of summer dip

down to taste the stationary ones


Mossy coated oaks leaf up to match that tint

beeches wave and flatten palms

reach out to catch the evening light and I

recall another bluebell wood

full of sensual scents, scilla’s lust

your lips and mine drowning in sensation

hidden by young leaves, swimming in

the essence of it all, your clever touch


I never minded any midges then

but felt the spongy moss thick beneath my skin

the rustling of last season’s dust

and twigs from winter storms

and felt the ripening of summer fruits to come

lost myself inside your heady blues

the scent of hyacinths

the scent of you.


Rosie Mapplebeck


Last week 6 storytellers ventured out into the Bluebell Wood to be part of Natural Change, a project which has been spun from work with WWF to create sustainable change, personal awareness and empowerment. We walked slowly, slower, stood still sharing and finally lay for an hour on our own letting the surrounding speak to us and us relate our lives to the land.

I lay under the snow blossoms of a wild cherry and let its calmness soothe me. Realised then how long it was since I had truly connected with my core places, both inner and outer.

Striving to ‘get on’ in the  world, to play our part, can disconnect us from ourselves and our planet. Taking time to breathe in, to ground, to know who we are, we move forward in a stronger way, more in tune with ourselves, our tasks, and our land.

Trusting in connection and re-connection this week has been rich and enjoyable. Friday’s Burns Cottage event led to a meeting of 4 lady poets- a cackling coven from across Ayrshire and a lot of laughter, we will work together again.