Inspiration, Movement

Cloud Poetry

Clouds are moving poetry. They’ve inspired countless artists in the course of history (and – I’d bet – beyond!)

I remember being an avid cloudspotter as a youngster. It gave me immense peace and inspiration just to lie down in the grass for a while and watch the sky-cotton shift shapes and float by.

As below, so above 🙂 for some reason this picture chooses to be upside down..

Let’s try this again.

Witnessing a beautiful sunset still gets me emotional. Misty days make me feel inquisitive. Stormy clouds make me feel alive.

On the day we took the pictures of yesterday’s post on Ryedale’s Ancient Sweet Chestnut) we were lucky enough to witness this dramatic display on our Ferry home (which we had very nearly missed, time flew by too fast in the presence of our gentle giant).

At the moment I am reading a book on – you guessed it – clouds.

Incidentally, today’s passage (I only manage to read a few pages of it each day – it is part of a pile of 5 ‘current books’ :)) mentions a famous romantic poet living in the lake district in the 1800s.. William Wordsworth, he who lived near the ancient Chestnut Tree.


A very fun (to me!) fact: Wordsworth’s most famous poem – also known as ‘daffodils’ – happens to be about.. you guessed it. Clouds.

I wandered lonely as a Cloud.

You can read it in it‘s entirety here.

Bonus cloud geekery

And last but certainly not least: Cloudbusting – one of my favourite Kate Bush songs.


2 thoughts on “Cloud Poetry

  1. “Rest is not idleness, and to lie
    Sometimes on the grass under trees
    On a summer’s day, listening to the
    Murmur of the water, or watching the
    Clouds float across the sky, is by no
    Means a waste of time.”

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