Tag: Ianthe Pickles

  • Summer Days on the Allotment

    “…Just had one of those cuppa teas I didn’t want to end!”… A past statement by a friend echoed in my mind as I quenched my thirst. The temperature has gone up by ten degrees since seven o’clock this morning. Every movement seems an effort, it’s hot, it’s humid, it’s June. I’ve seen three butterflies,…

  • March 1st 2020 St David’s Day

    Prelude to poem ‘March 1st, 2020, St David’s Day’ This poem was written last year, just before the World Pandemic 2020 exploded in the UK, during a time, when all we had to worry about was ‘differences of opinion’! That still remains, of course, and for me, my ongoing ‘fight’ is over ‘styles of gardening’…

  • Times of Tribulation – April 1st – All Fools’ Day, 2020    

    Spring’s stance hung, chilled; grim sky surged, grey, ‘Fool’ ventured down to the Prom that day Took chosen, odd path, chanced route, least trod, Vain trampling, awry, o’er matted green sod, Clambered high bluff, breathless; traversed bleak tops, Below, vast-spreading river…above, lean lonely copse, ‘Tis “Thirty-two days syn March began”, Familiar, stark words for a…