You can find more poetry on The Totton linnet pages and also some fun short, true lifers.
Read about how me and my cousin managed to rassle up a swarm of “cavalier” wasps with our “parliamentary ” pike
Whang’a’wasp http://gentledove.wordpress.com/yack-2
City girl when I got chased by a billy goat
http://gentledove.wordpress.com/yack3
Plus my days as a schoolie on work experience.
http://gentledove.wordpress.com/yack-4
The following is an extract from Damson jam http://gentledove2.wordpress.com/damson-jam
Moonlight shadow, moonlight shadow
I don’t want to be mantled with you
cold and unfriendly as you are,
chilled with the midnight dew.
I want to have a sunbeam
clothed upon my shoulder
little sis will hide her face
unless loving arms enfold her.
We were sitting on a towel
down on Netley shore
eating bread and damson jam
harking [...]
Walking the Miz-maze
on St. Catherine’s hill
counting orchids while the setting sun,
with practised skill,
is setting the sky all on fire.
Going down steppes
a stride and a half each one
to where plague pits give context.
The woodman’s fire among the trees
in the gathering dusk
a bowl of incense,
lacking only musk.
Blue Iris stands alone
among reeds taller than she
looking over the river,
a princess among her courtiers I see
waiting for her prince.
*
by The Totton linnet
Photo [...]
It’s never too far to go
to Totton on a sigh
there among the copses
meadow marshes nearby.
Linnet makes her home there
in the hedgerow
her cock is handsome of breast and crown
with the voice of a flute you know.
It was there I heard the morning
say “welcome to my day”
and showed me where to look and find
the One whose thoughts hold [...]
The following is an extract from “A turgid stem.”
http://gentledove2.wordpress.com/the-turgid-stem
Between two chords.
*
I am lost between two chords
the mandolin is playing
you found me wand’ring somewhere
between the cello strains.
Standing between the willow
and the tanner’s brook
I just don’t have a reason
to take a backward look.
