Tag: Ianthe Pickles
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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’…
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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…