WINTER RESPITE IN GROSVENOR PARK
I stand in the middle between two blackbirds -
cock and hen - squirrel, and fat wood pigeon.
Through knuckle-branched trees
a slate grey sky.
Tall Evergreens like centuries
do not move a needle.
Lord Grosvenor sits on his
stone horse - fridge cold.
A jenny-wren hops through
a spindly bush - yep yep, yep yep.
From the nearby River Dee
a passing seagull - laughs.
While a just discernable cox-n
of a crew of eight - calls out his rhythm.
And I muffled in my long coat,
hat and gloves. Must walk on.
Warmed by this dance;
wrapped in this freedom of peace.
Maureen Weldon
Also check out this video of Maureen in Chester.
Oh, this entire post is so nice. Its a pleasure to see your blog.
ReplyDeleteLovely to see a picture of Maureen looking suitably poetic. By the way you didn't see my brother's long lost tortoise by any chance did you? He'd be about 60 yrs old by now. So he'd moving very slow. We were having a childhood picnic when the family reptile ran away.
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