Saturday, January 05, 2008
WINTER RESPITE IN GROSVENOR PARK by Maureen Weldon
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.
Also check out this video of Maureen in Chester.