Friday, January 30

A Poem for Thursday..... cinquains...or not!



 Tony Maude is heading up Meeting The Bar...The Cinquain ...explained for DeVerse today.
Thankyou Tony...I'm fairly well rubbish at these ...and I know the second verse isn't quite right...but here goes!!


Travelling Home

A chevron
 of geese flies 
over the roadway
As we drive close
 by Cambridge.


The moon 
rises…blue
edged on the right side
…Large-eyed and nodding to the left.
The  Brothers still moan their eternal prayer…
”Let it be me”…


So I suppose there is an extra line in there!! Look forward to reading the poems today.

Tuesday, January 27

A Poem for Thursday....."Antibiotics"

My mother lived alone after dad died even though she was the one who had been ill.
Looking back to when I was still living in the family home in Belfast and rebelling if not outwardly ...definitely inside...I'm thankful for this woman who was a rock formed in the fire of extremely difficult circumstances.


                  Antibiotics

She never cried, she was as solid as a rock
Except on the days she remembered her sister
And the fun they had shared in the big house.
But apart from that she was a stoic and
I knew that the winds of life would not bend her.
Except on the days we made the beds together
And she sighed as quiet tears wet her marshmallow cheeks.
A memory of her mother tucking white crisp hospital corners
Around striped ticking mattresses.
But that was all there was to it then.
I could never hope to come up to that steely reserve
And be the unmoved.
Though there were occasions when the armchair in the corner
By the fireplace seemed too big for her.
Too big, and she filled  the edges of the cushions
With lace edged hankies damp and tucked away and hidden.
Then her brother's name was whispered quietly
As if such a thing could never have happened.
Though it did, for those were the days before the miracles.
We call them antibiotics and warn our families against taking them.

Friday, January 23

The Rhinoceros

The potter has an uncanny knack of being ahead of the game.....the word game I use lightly!  No football meant.
He produced his first penguins a few months before "The March of the Penguins", arrived on the big screen. The polar bears before the global warming fears were played out on the small screen each night.
The latest animal to emerge from the heat of the kiln...is the rhinoceros.
She...for it is she....is ready for a night on the tiles with nails painted red as she sashays out into the big wide world.
The great white rhino is all but extinct ....I believe only five exist in the world today and they are all in zoos...how sad that man's greed....sale of the magnificent horns...will mean generations to come will not have the joy of knowing this armour clad beast in all her grandeur.


This magnificent creature will be on display at The Gallery Bank Quay House, Warrington from tomorrow in a new exhibition there.

As will this photograph of The Old Girl's Grammar School Palmyra Square Warrington. By your's truly!

 Open until 20th April.....

Wednesday, January 21

A Poem for Thursday...."I know a man".


David Harsent....winner of the T. S. Eliot Prize this week....
"If I can't hear the music, I don't think it is a poem".

I mulled this over for a few days....my backround is words and music...it's how I feel.

            I know a Man

I know a man who takes the basic earth wetted 
Turns it in his hands with concentration
Yet as if in a dream enters a dreamlike state and
Pulls the clay and pushes it down then lifts it up to form a vessel. 
His broad long fingered hands seem too big for the intricate
Flattened models that he places on the pot.
Shells and fish and rocking boats with stormy
Waves lashing the hulls that rise and dip around the form.
Then turns it on a turntable and views the work
Reviews with a critical eye.
Tweaking the soft shapes into submission.
And both man and clay submit to one another.

Friday, January 16

Five Day Art Challenge....Alan Snape ...potter



Last day of The Five Day Art Challenge for the potter.....
I couldn't let it go by without the penguins marching over the post!!
They have travelled far and near and are still l;eaving the studio on a regular basis!!.....Thankyou Penguins!!


Sunday, January 11

A Poem for Thursday....... Love, words and time.......

Love Words and Time 
 
I sat on the hard hospital chair beside him.
Three times I sat beside him.
For five weeks altogether I sat beside him.
At home, the girl was left to look after her dad.
Barely five years old was the girl in those days,
Those thirty five days in all.
She looked after him and he
Looked after her and
Picked her up from her school
As if all of this was normal.
Each day she waited with him at the bus stop.
The bus that took them to the city hospital.
The famous hospital backed with footballers money
Making it possible to look after the children.
This child came back to me after each op
Grey faced and blue lipped.
I just kept the mummy smile hovering over him
And assured the scrap of a boy
That everything was fine.
He was doing great.
Edward Lear was there too.
Every day he offered up his magic words
Offered the owl ...offered the pussycat.
The green faced Jumblies and their boats.
Pea green and sieved....off they sailed!.
Healing comes with a look and some words.
That must be why it all happened that way "In the Beginning".
Oh yes...and time too,
That heals
...love... words...time.
Give me that and I can cope.
We never talk of those thirty five days.
Why should we? We're lucky..

Like John Lee Hooker...and the blues...
Love ,words and time brought us to the point we are at now.,


 
They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,
  In a Sieve they went to sea:
In spite of all their friends could say,
On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,
  In a Sieve they went to sea!
And when the Sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'
They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,
But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!
  In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

II
They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,
In a Sieve they sailed so fast,
  With only a beautiful pea-green veil
Tied with a riband by way of a sail,
  To a small tobacco-pipe mast;
And every one said, who saw them go,
'O won't they be soon upset, you know!
For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,
And happen what may, it's extremely wrong
  In a Sieve to sail so fast!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

III
The water it soon came in, it did,
  The water it soon came in;
So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet
In a pinky paper all folded neat,
  And they fastened it down with a pin.
And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,
And each of them said, 'How wise we are!
Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,
Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,
  While round in our Sieve we spin!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

IV
And all night long they sailed away;
  And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
  In the shade of the mountains brown.
'O Timballo! How happy we are,
When we live in a Sieve and a crockery-jar,
And all night long in the moonlight pale,
We sail away with a pea-green sail,
  In the shade of the mountains brown!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

V
They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,
  To a land all covered with trees,
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,
  And a hive of silvery Bees.
And they bought a Pig, and some green Jack-daws,
And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,
And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,
  And no end of Stilton Cheese.
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.

VI
And in twenty years they all came back,
  In twenty years or more,
And every one said, 'How tall they've grown!
For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,
  And the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
And they drank their health, and gave them a feast
Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast;
And every one said, 'If we only live,
We too will go to sea in a Sieve,---
  To the hills of the Chankly Bore!'
      Far and few, far and few,
            Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
      Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
            And they went to sea in a Sieve.