Exhausting the superlatives utilised to describe the enchantment of the Lake District has it’s challenges. In the absence of a better simile, the degree of difficulty in achieving the paucity of adjectives is akin to an inward high board dive incorporating a tuck, pike, along with a straight water entry.
For centuries the aesthetic splendour of the area has inspiring countless artists in various fields of creative art. Individuals who via the medium of word, brush or photograph have conveyed epiphanies galvanised within the Lake District National Park’s borders.
With this in mind, earlier I felt moved to attempt penning a sonnet of how my Cumbrian surroundings energised my thoughts and soul. It went something (well exactly) like this:-
Scene of Wordsworth wordplay
Samuel tailored Coleridge cogitations
Ambleside, lakeside eastside on Anglo’s westside
Waters edge witnessing whimsical Windermere
Largest Anglo lake
Caledonian cousins usurp scale, though monster may mooch.
Ambling aside lakeside
Early risers aplenty,
Chatter though fails to overwhelm serenity served visual
Sight’s that stirred Sam and Will at will
Millions have witnessed thine enchantment
But few have truly seen.
Ordinarily undemonstrative muckers amaze at ocular munificence
Sights witnessed between consuming meds of middle-age and millionaire game
Questions of Brucie and forsythia flower colour
Yellow the audience’s correct consensus
No material millionaires forthcoming
Though lakeside visual riches aplenty.
Beer tricks aplenty for middle-aged marra’s
Though not of Ms Potter’s type
Rabbit her conception nearby
Though born where streets paved with gold
Beatrix’s affinity to Cumberland never petering out
Lived in peace, resting in peace.
Rolling hills, water-filled gorges
Anger during creation no longer thine suitor
Magna, lava, fissures, teutonic plates
Geological father, nature thine mother
Ullwater, Coniston Water, Derwentwater amongst siblings
Offspring artistic bounty inspired by your splendour.