Poetry Blogs (gardens)
I was enjoying sitting in the garden, pondering the beauty and the timelessness of nature, compared to the fickleness and unreliability we see in our leaders and found myself writing a villanelle. First draft below – may yet be edited but I wanted to share it now.
Reminders of a life, a dream now torn
Scabia, flags and tulips, forget me nots
Behind the privet hedge a rolling lawn
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 3:37 pm
In Mariamné's time
What trees would have grown so tall
What was there beyond the garden wall?
When she walked beyond the garden gate
Did she see the river's sudden spate
And did the rustle of a summer breeze
Mask the red kite's call above those trees
And did she hear the Spring birds' calls
Above the echo of Ystwyth's falls
Did she stroll her father's ways
And let the...
Tuesday 4th June 2019 2:39 pm
As I walked
through the garden dew
'tween clipped box and shapely yew,
'tween hard hornbeam and
a perfect peace descends
As I walked
from the round green room
past dusky shade and roses' bloom,
past shapely hedge and
past huge urns
the garden quiet returns
As I walked
in the lakeside glory
to the enchanted terrace torri,
to the ...
Thursday 30th May 2019 12:33 pm
I sit outside the door
on a slate bench
my back against the cottage wall
in the evening sun
listening to a blackbird sing
the most astonishing sweet notes
In front of me
there is elderflower
buttercups spangle the uncut grass
and the old larch looms in its corner
beyond the ancient stones of Hafod
which mark my plot
The sun has not long returned...
Sunday 24th June 2018 9:22 am
¿Le gusta este jardín, que es suyo? ¡Evite que sus hijos lo destruyan!
Malcolm Lowry 1
It had been a good party...
As more arrived, we decided we had to go -
Too quickly; or perhaps too slow
For some, who said it would be best
For most if not the rest
Uncaring of the past
Or the gloom we cast
Bickering with old friends
About the future trends
Saturday 3rd March 2018 5:33 pm
And then, suddenly, it was calm - the morning wind which threw
rain hard against the window panes and sent beech leaves rushing
across the grass to pile gold-brown against all that the borders grew,
all slowly dulling their greens to wet, muted browns, brushing
the soil as their leaves curl and droop - vibrant Spring-strength gone,
The wind ...
Wednesday 11th October 2017 10:50 am
When Merle died it was a sorry affair.
After hating us all her life
she wanted to be close with us in the end.
Lol, who had always seen the good in her
brought her back to life briefly on the last day,
which had shown how much he meant to her I suppose.
But cats are only meant to last a certain amount of time-
less than what should be a life time,
more than some marr...
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 11:31 am