Tag Archives: love

Standing on Dunkery

July 27, 2020beauty, exmoor, Life, love, nature, poem, Poetrybeauty, Dunkery Beacon, Earthweal, exmoor, love, nature, poem, poetry, Wild lifeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Any hill will do
They all are sacred, but
Dunkery at twilight
As mist seeps up from
Purple heather
Horizons broaden out
And valleys settle into shadow

Sheep bleat, asking for their land back
But we walk the broad path
To a scattered mound of stone
Skirting nervous wild ponies
As the sun paints them golden

Ponies never ask, it is always theirs
As it belonged to the mound builders
Five thousand years ago
As it belongs
And doesn’t belong
To us all
But especially tonight
To me and mine

Written in response to this weeks EarthWeal challenge “Sacred Landscapes“. Exmoor is very special and it’s highest point, Dunkery Beacon, even more so.

Sky

June 17, 2020beauty, Life, love, nature, poem, Poetrybeauty, joy, Life, love, nature, poem, poetry, skyThe Cheesesellers Wife

The sky seduces me
fills my eyes.
Staring out at grey rains today
blessedly cooling
remembering white noons
brick red sunsets, lemon dawns
whales breaching, jellyfish jellying
wind in hair and lungs
exhilaration and joy
memories that tip toe in
hand in hand with all my loves and woes
happinesses, griefs.
I hum songs of the sky
her shadows and canvases
float in my own internal ocean
drift and dream.

Each time I see her, I am joy.

BLM

June 15, 2020Life, love, poem, PoetryBlack Lives Matter, BLM, Life, love, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

If they don’t matter, none of us do
if they cant feel secure, who is?
I don’t feel privileged,
as a woman I will not walk the fields here alone.
But I am far more privileged than
George, Breonna, Rayshard
and all those others over all those years.
May my world and their world become one.

If I were Midas

April 23, 2020history, love, poem, Poetrygreek poetry, love, Love poem, Mythology, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

If I were Midas
I would not touch you of course
But I would touch everything around you
Fill your life with golden splendour

If I were Homer
My next epic would have you as hero
Magnificent in your helmet and breastplate
Fighting on the shores by a walled city

If I were Leonidas
I would come back on my Shield
Having died defending you
And all we hold dear

If I were Clytemnestra
I would forgive you your war absences
And even Cassandra
I would stand by your side

For Tony on his Birthday

Apart

April 6, 2020children, Life, love, poem, Poetrybirthday, children, corona virus, family, love, pandemic, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

To be so many miles away
unable to travel
no breakfast hug for me
no cards sent
(you said you would not use your mailbox
in case of infection)
no gifts given as yet
you are where you want
and need to be
loved and loving

My tall dark haired
generously bearded
kind thoughtful son
clever and daft in a single
wonderful package
you have laughed and talked your way
through life
garnered so many friends
loved learning, but not school
blossomed at university
now deeply in love

Happy Birthday

and
keep washing those hands……..

One of my sons is away for his birthday. Not so awful, but we woud have usually got the family and his beloved Dutch Godfather together for a celebration — which cannot happen in lockdown. And I miss my hugs…..

Friday Poem: The Cloths of Heaven

March 27, 2020Friday Poem, love, poem, PoetryFriday Poem, love, Love poem, poem, poetry, Tread softly, W. B. YeatsThe Cheesesellers Wife

Had I the heaven’s embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light;
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

by W. B. Yeats

Light on water

March 26, 2020Life, love, poem, Poetrycorona virus, Life, light, lockdown, love, pandemic, poem, poetry challenge, waterThe Cheesesellers Wife

Drifting away down
under a dread
uncertain future
drowning
you are the light
at the top
of the water

For all those helping us through lockdown

Bleeding my words

February 22, 2020Life, love, poem, PoetryGrief, Life, love, Marriage, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

When grief and loss slowed my dance
you were there
not to dance for me
but to sooth the chill
to kiss my soul better
so that once more
I danced
could find words and warmth
live again

Friday Poem: Beauty and Charm

February 14, 2020beauty, Friday Poem, Life, love, poem, Poetryancient poem, beauty, Capito, Friday Poem, Life, love, poem, poetry, Valentines DayThe Cheesesellers Wife

Beauty sans charm may captivate
But does not last, for look
It’s merely like the fishing boat
That floats without the hook

By Capito (around 600BC)

This poem is from the Dover edition: Great Short Poems (Ed Dorothy Belle Pollack)

Widow

January 22, 2020Life, love, poem, PoetryLife, love, Marriage, mourning, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

She feeds on her memories
lives as best she can
not needing to work
but building the garden
as he might have wanted.
Enjoying the Sun that he cannot
waiting without despair
until the end.