Showing posts with label cherry blossom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cherry blossom. Show all posts

Thursday, April 16

Wild Gardening


At the start of this year I decided that we would honour what was naturally happening in the large garden here at The Potters House Penketh...let's call it "Wild Gardening".
We call the back garden the  field as it's almost an acre of land.

Wildness around the apple orchard.




It was part of the Penketh Heath..and the road we live on was once the pathway through the heath on the east.
Then as we all know...coronavirus struck ...and affected us here in Penketh on the edge of the Mersey like everyone else around the world..


So locked in behind the iron gates of the field...there is little to do but garden!
Gone is the thought of a wild garden

Instead the grass has been cut,,,


 the labyrinth trimmed..



.and the vegetable patches have never been so prepared as this year.


a spot for peas and beans...

..I even had time to string up these cd's and stop the wood pigeons chomping on the domestic cherry tree this year...last year we got nothing!

The apple trees have been trimmed...and the blossom is already budding.





In the untimely heat of this April lockin..the garden is glorious.


Time to wander on the paths...the potter says seven circuits might make a mile
...so far I've done three each day!



Thursday, February 6

A Poem for Thursday....Two Sisters.




 
Two Sisters

They reared me.
Those two sisters
Who stand there
Side by side,
Smiling out at me from the  photo frame.
Cherry blossom falling around them
Like snowflakes
Tinged with cochineal …
Pink… used for the icing
They spread
Thickly…victoriously
 Into the middle of their sponge cakes.

They hauled me up
Those Scottish sisters.
With their german biscuits
Almond slices and
Scones…no raisins... thankyou!
Brought colour into my monochrome world.
Into grey years... brought laughter…
In a grey decade
Where the pavements were always wet with rain.

Those canny women
Wiped my nose.
Told me to stand up tall
And straitened the parting in my unruly hair.
Criticised my big feet...
"Big as shipyards
Big enough to float the Titanic",
They said.
Drew me into their strong arms
And called me
“Wee pet”.
Those sisters.


...this is linked to DeVerse...Meeting the Bar  this week it's Songwriting and the link to Poetry.
 I was published as a songwriter in the late 60s early 70s and find that most of my poetry now has to have some rhythm and rhyme..at the least an underlying rhythm to move it along...so I read the work  quite a few times until a sense of pace comes into it naturally........
...why so long ago??
 well family ...children and The Potters House Penketh took precedence until I started writing again a few years ago.

Tuesday, May 1

A Poem for Thursday


The Two Sisters.



two sisters
stand
side by side
smiling at me
cherry blossom
falling
like pink snowflakes
they
coat the grey pavement
with colour
in the monotone world
of the fifties.

they
 reared me
hauled me up
wiped my nose
straitened my parting
told me
"stand up tall".


I've put this in a bit early as I don't want to miss the dVerse OpenLinkNight Week 42
Anyway the Thursday in the title is there, as I was born on a Thursday!