Saturday 31 May 2014

Daisy River - Published Cambridge News 19 June 2014


Daisy River
 
With warming sun and sudden showers
The garden is overflowing with flowers
Snapdragons, poppies, pinks and peonies
Sweet hesparis and columbine
Love in the mist and foxglove towers
Honeysuckle's blooms entwine
Clematis tendrils that mingle with roses
Mock orange and elder their scent combine
But best of all - though humble and small
My lawn has a river of daisies



Thoughts of May - Published Cambridge News 28 May 2014


 
Thoughts of May
 
Breaking dawn with shrilling of birdsong
Saluting the upsurge of spring
While deep in hidden hedgerow nest
Those precious eggs their new life bring
Hawthorn blossom's heady perfume
Mingles with fragrant beanfield's bloom
 
Delicate ferns unfurl their fronds
In shady dell within the trees
Where bluebells share with orchid rare
The murmurous hum of honeybees
The moorhen chicks dart on the ponds
And ducklings creep among the reeds
 
Fluorescent squares of rape in flower
Patchwork the land with hi-vi yellow
Lurid against an angry sky
As cloud shadows go sweeping by
And silvered fields of barley ripple
In rays of sunlight clear and mellow
 
Clouds billowing up in turbulent tower
With indigo sky and chilling breeze
Eclipsing sun in sudden shower
Cleansing foliage with sparkling leaves
Then sun breaks forth with dazzling ray
Air keenly scented with elderflower
 
Great towering chestnut's massy boughs
Are laden with blossoming candelabra
In golden buttercups beneath
Contented cows in meadows drowse
And as they doze at daylight's close
The birds are singing their late sonata
 
From heaven above the lark pours down
His liquid exaltation
The darkling sky with starlight's glimmer
This atmosphere of jubilation
Fulfilment of nature's celebration
May opens the gateway to summer

 
 
Postscript
 
Perhaps May wasn't the gateway to summer
After all it appears that was a bit premature
As the rain continues we get glummer and glummer
And yet there is still more to endure
But the clover leaves are sprinkled with moonstones
And the air is freshened by ozone...
 
 


Saturday 10 May 2014

Evening Serenade - published Cambridge News 9 May 2014


 
Evening Serenade
 
The first bird's voices are heard in the morning
Beginning with a tentative trilling
Then just as the sun's first rays are dawning
The garden is ringing with triumphant shrilling
 
They herald the day with exuberant chorus
Crescendo of joyous avian alliance
Are they really singing and carolling for us
Or is it just territorial defiance?
 
The blackbird, the chaffinch, sparrow and wren
The robin, the pheasant and pigeon
From every hedge and treetop den
Filling the air their voices are legion
 
With evening comes a gentler rendition
Approaching twilight's calmer cadence
The blackbird's fluting benediction
Crooning into silence
 
As the final daylight wanes
The blackcap's song and robin's tweedle
We hear the music's fading strains
Thrush sounds the last post on the bugle
 
 
 
 


Friday 9 May 2014

A Mother's Sons - Published Cambridge News 9 April 2014



 
A Mother's Sons
 
As I look at these three young me
My heart within me aches with pride
As babies I bore them and learned to adore them
Now they tower over me at my side
 
It was on my milk they grew and throve
As at my breast I tenderly fed them
I held their hands as they learned to stand
Through those first uncertain steps I led them
 
Delight at seeing that first smile
As I gazed at their eyes and saw them respond
So rewarding to watch them emerging
Between mother and son an unbreakable bond
 
Tiny, helpless and on me dependent
Swift hand of time then took its toll
From toddlers they changed to bony kneed boys
Abandoning me for their world of school
 
The challenging years of teenage fears
Rebellious, sullen or loving by turn
Rollercoaster of joy or strife and tears
At the end of the day they called me mum
 
I taught them to ride a bike and read
They grew tall and strong and I watched them thrive
Then each in turn they were ready to leave
But not before I taught them to drive
 
I gave them love and I gave them life
Together we crossed each bridge over water
But now each is a man in need of a wife
I must give him to another mother's daughter
 
The empty rooms, abandoned toys
The clothes outgrown, now men, not boys
Unflinching, unstinting, a mother's love embraces all
So handsome and tall - were they really once so small?