Sunday, 27 April 2014

The Sunday Posts2014/Always marry an April girl.

 27/4/1991

Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.

Sunday, 20 April 2014

the Sunday Posts 2014/The Orange



At lunchtime I bought a huge orange —
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled and shared it with Robert and Dave —
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange, it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park.
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all the jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.

Wendy Cope.
Photo By Alistair.

Sunday, 13 April 2014

The Sunday Posts 2014/ The Phoenix




Just because the leaves are falling, doesn't mean the tree is dying,
It only means it's time to cast tired things to the earth,
The sun may have got weaker but there will be another summer,
We have to die a little to get ready for rebirth.

The moon wanes before it waxes,
The stars don't fall from heaven,
The sea recedes so far and then returns to shore,
Don't mock the weary soldier for behind him is an army,
Who may have lost the battle but intend to win the war.

The flame's reduced to smoulder and smoke obscures the mirror,
Very darkly, through it I can see some fearful things,
But regeneration is coming and out of dust is growing,
Like the phoenix rising from the ash beneath its wings.

Cher Cassini.
Photo by Alistair.
{Thanks to local poet Cher for permission to use this poem}

Sunday, 6 April 2014

The sunday Posts 2014/ Dragon of Grindly Grun.




I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
I breathe fire as hot as the sun.
When a knight comes to fight
I just toast him on sight,
Like a hot crispy cinnamon bun.
When I see a fair damsel go by,
I just sigh a fiery sigh,
And she'd baked like a 'tater-
I think of her later
With a romantic tear in my eye.
I'm the Dragon of Grindly Grun,
But my lunches aren't very much fun,
For I like my damsels medium rare,
and they always come out well done.

Shel Silverstein.
Photo by Alistair

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