The Windmill at Pitstone is a favourite place of mine for a walk on a bright, blustery day and is a quiet place most week-days for some contemplation and convening with nature. One of the oldest mills in the country, flour was ground here for around 300 years. Having suffered major damage in the early 1900’s by a freak storm, it has been faithfully and lovingly restored by volunteers of the National Trust, to whom the mill was donated in 1937. See the National Trust website page for Pitstone Windmill, including links to restricted opening times.
With the Windmill as inspiration, I’ve attempted a terza rima (three-line stanza) for the ‘Home is…’ writing prompt today (Day 17) from writealm – two verses and I’m out of ideas, stuck and a bit disappointed with the result but pleased I gave it try.
A walk by arable fields viewing distant hills,
Smiling at cotton wool clouds racing fast around
Bright blue skies, while contemplating the windmill’s
Long forgotten tales of jovial millers – their flour ground
for local village bakers – cheerfully accepting accolades
Aplenty praising their skill, their prowess vociferously crowned.
I’m still following National Poetry Writing Month (#NaPoWriMo14) although not officially taking part. Their day 15 prompt, to use terza rima intrigued me so, nothing ventured, nothing gained. It also gave me the chance to share my photograph of a little part of the Chiltern Hills countryside, where my ‘Home is…’
Have you written poems using this form? Is it something you would think of trying?