Here is some news for those who have been asking whether I've ever had a poem published! Not one, but two poems have appeared in a magazine called "The Dawntreader", Issue 26, Summer 2014.
As you can imagine, I am really pleased about this............................. Here they are.
6 Acre Meadow
hustled by warm spring air;
buttercups, sun bright, beckon –
dandelions disperse seconds,
clocking up time.
Crows in low gear, lift
cast on the may-scented breeze,
their wings ebony, flight fluid as the brook.
At Ringmore, All Hallows stands proud
above the deep-cut Devon lanes.
A tractor, fat tyres higher than a man
pulls silage uphill between steep hedges.
Sheep drift clouding the falling fields.
From the churchyard the sea glints pewter
in the cleft of the valley, the soft air full
of sweet mown grass; a faint taste of salt.
Above Ringmore, cornflowers bunch in jars,
guard headstones with epitaphs in curlicue script,
mourn dead babies and wives gone too soon.
“The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away.”
At noon sea mist curls in drenching our faces
wrapping the ships out of Plymouth, sinuous
between the laurel’s salt-scoured leaves;
summer seems past yet this is only June.
Bells ring from a distant tower,
the air so still for once, the birds silent.
The earth moves through us; we turn our backs
for the last time, fearful that it might stop