Friday, September 27

A Poem for Thursday...Dougie's Garden.



Dougie’s Garden
Gladiola dahlia, helenium and phlox
Apple tree and lilac with sweet pea grown in blocks
Roses were his favourite flowers, ramblers white and pink
And a tea rose that’s an odd name
For a flower don’t you think?

Primrose, lupin ,daffodil, pansies pink and blue
Flowering currant, hydrangea, peony, fuschia too
But no cabbages, no beans, no carrots, no potatoes
No turnips, peas or scallions, he grew not one of these
The farmer’s son from Keady left behind the rural scene
Turned his gaze towards the city,and fulfilled a childhood dream


...in the garden..at The Potters House Penketh




A Poem for Thursday.




 morning dew
 heavy on the grass
 like diamonds in the sun
 and the last apples
 fallen beneath the last tree
 bruised skin
 wasp-guzzled
 smelling of warm cider
 as we gaze out over glorious autumn.