Catbells – Poem of the Month by Dave Cryer

Catbells

Owing to its modest height, easy accessibility and spectacular views of Derwentwater, Catbells is one of the most popular fells in the Lakes for walkers. There is some doubt surrounding the origin of its unusual name, but one theory is that it comes from a distortion of “Cat Bields”, meaning shelter of the wild cat.

This month’s guest poem is by Dave Cryer (@cavedryer), a writer from Keswick who runs drama and literary workshops. He also pens clever haikus online – covering anything from the fells, to Black Friday, to tomato soup!

Catbells

By Dave Cryer

Across that strip of water she reclines,
Her beauty clear and close, her swirls and swerves.
You dwell by Derwentwater’s liquid lines
And yearn to rise upon her crested curves.

It’s sure and simple, step aboard the launch
Or skirt round Portinscale and through the woods
And soon you’ll be below her handfill haunch
And pausing to survey her goodly goods.

Now climb, clandestine, wrapped in full sweet smile
And press upon the powdered peak – just stop –
The softness of the spine, the next half mile –
Now smooth across, then take her towered top.

Sublime. You’re there. She’s with you. Here to tell
Of soft-blown synergy of folk and fell.

 

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