Tag: Poem Mr G

Contraries

‘Contraries are cured by contraries’ – John Cassian, monk and mystic

CONTRARIES

The world erupts,

burning with anger,

screaming, maiming, killing,

as humans do so well.

A blood feud.

Far away and unaware,

a swan

quiet on the water

reflects the peace

and stillness.

Silent.

Just being …

Mr G. 7th October 2023.
The day when the conflict between Palestine and Israel

added to the world’s despair.

Swan in Hatfield Forest, National Trust, Essex.
Photograph taken by Mr. G

There will be a slight delay.

Photo of Daffodils in the Lake District by Gill Henwood

These Daffodils were ready to greet Spring when the weather changed. As in North America and Canada and in much of Europe it has not been a great week for the weather here in the United Kingdom, especially in the West and North of England, Wales and Scotland.This photo by my friend Gill should help to keep us focussed on the Spring to come.

Meanwhile, I’ve written a short poem:

Slight delay

There will be a slight delay.
Swirling gyre of wild, wind -tossed storm,
Angry voices demand a hearing.
You prefer not to be silenced !

You were unexpected.
Our hospitality was found wanting.
We were dressed for other visitors,
our spring-like colours,
green, yellow, crisp white
a tinge of orange,
were wasted on you.

As we hurriedly tried to close our door,
and fold our petals,
you crashed your wild cacophany  into us.
We feared the worst, but fretful snow,
landing shakily in the turbulence
of a temper-tantrum of whirling sound ,
came hastily, flake by flake,
until we were safe and warm
and waiting
for that moment soon  when we will trumpet
joyful  Spring.

Mr G
10th March 2-23

Jack Frost called today

Photos by Julia & Piers of Jack Frost’s current visit to Latton Church.

and a poem by Mr G

Jack Frost called today
Hoar, feathering the trees
crystallising the branches 
crisp and sparkling;
whilst on the ground
dusting, cold fingers
tentacles of ice
flitting over plant leaves
and remnant flowers 
who catch their breath
before sleeping.
Snow may follow,
as nature wraps
its winter blanket.
Embracing hibernation.

Not dead, not dying
but waiting.

[Mr G. 11th December 2022]