|Alan Edward Roberts
Joined: 26 Nov 2008
Location: Twickenham, London, UK
|Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 4:44 pm Post subject: New Poems - Pam Turner
|Two delightful new poems written by Pam Turner and presented this month to the Schoolís Saturday morning Discovering Poetry group.
For the Tenth of May
A poem by the tenth of May?
Thatís only twelve short days away.
I started one some weeks ago -
The gardenís looking lovely, though,
And needs attention all the time
Iíve made that scan and even rhyme.
The previous poem went astray;
It got too detailed; lost its way.
All my efforts were in vain.
Itís really best to start again.
Another subject to inspire;
Not so earth-bound, something higher.
Clouds and angels, bugles blaring,
Shafts of sunlight, fireworks flaring.
Steady on, thatís O.T.T.
Calm down quietly; now, letís see -
Sharpen senses, quiet the mind,
Still the heart, leave dreams behind.
Just be normal, love the day.
Thatís the poem, no more to say.
Still April on the calendar.
But this morning is blissful May.
That strange black-pearl haze at the skyís edge,
And the low wooded hill looks high
And so far away, distant,
Looking back at us through half-closed eyes
Like a sun-warmed cat.
The air is full of the scent of Hawthorn,
Whose branches hang thick with curving, cream-white cylinders.
The robinís conversational chirruping
And the blackbirdís ecstatic, whistling song
Add their spring sounds to the quiet discussions
Amongst the racks of bedding plants.
No-one hurries with their rumbling trolley,
With its colourful load of bouncing, shuddering plants.
Everyone moves gently, playing their May-morning part,
Anticipating lunch and the afternoonís planting out.