Long Marram Poems
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Staff rod in hand, and on my feet a pair of good hardy leather shoes
Set off onto the bight coastal track to a view of many colourful hues
In four score plus nine of my years; not a day to me ceases to amaze
Scattered along the ridge line, sheep idle away their days, they graze
As marram grass sways anchoring the sand brought by the sea wind
I listen to the deafening sounds of the seagulls their shrills ingrained
This land, my land as one of my forefather’s son’s, my claim of proof
As far as my eye can see and as far as the cattle can roam their hoof
A legacy given to me by God and by my hands my toil it shall remain
No false deceiver shall walk her, come proclaiming a lie shall he feign
Each animal upon her lives its life in freedom until their time is called
Before slaughtered with respect, and placed upon the table sprawled
With thanks and praises given to the bellies it is now given to nourish
Bones grounded down, and returned to this earth, in which to flourish
In turn the animals eat the greener grass its wealth to them unknown
This is the cycle of life, it by my forefather’s father to son been shown
A seal pup on the shore cries ardently for its mother it wants to be fed
Scottish folklore that seal Selkies as fill the shore fears folk with dread
Shep the sheep dog though not original in name scurries the dry grass
Upsetting the grouse and long tailed pheasants as they limber on pass
Pleasant is this land given in its wonderment and awe, its beauty score
As musical notes of each animal and creature in tune across this shore
This balance of nature cannot in anyway be understated, or be ignored
This certitude between heaven and earth, and its ever eternal life cord
Rests upon my shoulders, its weight, is more as embedded in my heart
As I idle the bight pathway of this coast, until it’s time for me to depart
My dried and cracked salted spray leather shoes shall be left then to lie
My staff left standing in the hallway and with my dog resting I shall die
Plip plop peppy echo,
so mesmerizing,
of waterfall in,
spellbound day peep,
dewdrop dribble linger,
on green verge.
red, orange, gold hue’d clouds,
hover heartwarming haven,
found in urban,
wild life park,
where wide beam sunshine,
stokes nostalgic ruby realm,
within me,
the bard reflecting,
on halcyon,
dream-laden days,
one clings to,
treasure with,
zeal cocooned in,
silken shroud,
swathe enchanted eclipse,
of rosy rainbow,
tinged hindsight,
childhood traipse on,
pearl clad beach.
boisterous shriek from,
infant early phase,
offspring enthused to ,
sculpt in situ,
broad daylight ticklish,
messy sandcastles,
or marram grass catcher,
of mock sand dune,
my proud parental supervision,
never wavered.
Oh those nutritious picnics,
on windswept beach,
warding off the grey,
grain swirl nuisance,
ripple ice cream vendor, ripple wave cordial,
yet one must omit the sugar loving bee bane,
but as a clan we gorged with consummate relish,
my goodness those wistful wafts of reminiscence,
as I awake from prior pristine scenic haunts,
a bold brazen hummingbird whose wing flap,
jolts me the pensive troubador entranced, enshrouded, elated,
by sanguine coterie of retrospect prismatic,
into day ahead dalliance in infectious,
city awash with endearing features as future recall cache
September sun setting low,
Fall in all its golden glow;
Anticyclones hold transient sway
As mist forms ,at the close of day.
Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with pungent perfume.
Sycamore seeds twirl and twist
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst;
Stink horn capped with slime,
As carrion beetles pass the time.
Bramblings feast on bountiful mast ,
As the Autumnal harvest dwindles fast;
Yellowed leaves drift and decompose
Into next year's cellulose.
Winter migrants with welcome calls
As the Indian Summer falters,and falls;
Nature's tempo tarries,then slows
As all creation begins to doze.
when respite was
deckchairs and picnics
on car blankets
behind
windbreaks
sand was blown
into sheltered spaces
behind
driftwood and
rock.
dunes
grew
as grains of sand
accumulated
over time.
then
winds and waves
ate away
at everything
in their path.
as resilient barriers
gave way to
the full power
of nature’s
destructive forces
the
erosion
cried out
for radical
intervention:
something
to keep things
at bay
and
buy time.
like
the big plastic doors
that closed behind me
inside the
promenade hospital.
like
the blue paper masks
and the blue paper hats
in
the theatre.
like
the antibiotics
and disinfectant
on
'o' ward.
like
the marram grass
on the dunes
at
ainsdale.
There was not a "peep" among the trees in this autumn woodsy paradise.
The leaves were much "redder" than remembered in days long past.
An unfamiliar "pop" sound led my eyes downward, where I saw gray squirrel,
With his little brown "eye" focused on a walnut that had rolled from her tree.
A "hadedah" flew past, a rare bird for this magical place, a mysterious visitor,
Grass "dewed" to perfection, there was a crunch as we wandered further into the forest.
The "marram" grasses which bordered this paradise, were virginally left alone, unscathed
As the sun approached 'noon' we heard a renegade "peep", whose source is yet to be found.
The deepest part of the forest was a "wow" for me, I had never seen such beautiful vegetation.
My friend discovered a left behind "alula", probably from a blue jay judging from its markings.
I suggested we leave it here, "deified" in reverence by the charming protection of the forest.
We gave a sad "pip-pip" to the day’s end, as twilight overtook the forest, and we re-entered reality.
Written 10-3-2018 Contest: Palidromes Ii
Sponsor: Joseph May
Morning mist like ghostly specter
Eddies and swirls in dizzying array
Hovering over ocean and dunes
I walk shrouded in mystery
Listening to the sound of waves.
Ebbtide slowly reveals
Kelp and small crabs entwined
Ocean has a particular smell
Provoking thoughts of the deep
Like distant horizon I know is there.
Rockpools entice curious minds
As morning sun burns mist away
Red sea anemones cluster
Sharing pool with razor clams
Desperate limpets cling to rock.
Turning, there are the sand dunes
Sculptured by a master's hand
Decades of nature's creativity
Marram grass gently waves
Quite beautiful in an abstract way.
Pt I: The Pilgrims
1991
he’d pick ‘his’ path up as it fell
between the dunes toward the wood
and as the trees knew him so well
they’d all bow down right where he stood
and every day with time to pass
he’d walk and find his secret seat
surrounded by the marram grass
divorced from life’s hard grind and heat
and there he’d sit and watch the sky
feeling the calm he craved back then
- the only place that saw him cry
before he walked his path again.
2021
they picked the path up as it fell
between the dunes toward the wood
despite their health and age as well
they struggled on as best they could
now thirty years had come to pass
walking the route to see the seat
surrounded by the marram grass
where they sat silent in the heat
then just before they headed back
with one last look their will was done
they touched the seat's small weathered plaque:
"in memory of our loving son".
Pt II: Gethsemane
1991
the flood that drowned his will no less
were the tears that he had cried
while trekking through his wilderness
and the storm that raged inside
yet when the sky lit up right there
it ‘spoke’ to him at length
- the rainbow brought a purer air
and the clouds some inner strength
then in the cooling midday heat
feeling calmer than before
he stood up from his secret seat
to walk his path once more.
Pt III: Evensong
2021
a photograph that takes pride of place
"we tried to help and always prayed"
in uniform with a pre-war face
"he turned to friends but felt betrayed"
some polaroids of a young child’s smile
"the three of us when we held hands"
all neatly kept in a grey box file
"he loved to play along those sands"
a secret seat and a place of peace
"discharged, divorced - and yet still strong"
sunsets, psalms and pain release
"this parents' path is hard and long."
Dogwood,jasmine,marram grass
In flower ,as pressure fills the barometer glass;
Evening primrose in scented bloom
Fill Autumn with pungent perfume.
Sycamore seeds twirl and twist
Onto a fairy-ring fungus tryst;
Stink horn capped with slime,
As carrion beetles pass the time.
Bramblings feast on bountiful mast ,
As the Autumnal harvest dwindles fast;
Yellowed leaves drift and decompose
Into next year's cellulose.
Winter migrants with welcome calls
As the Indian Summer falters,and falls;
Nature's tempo tarries,then slows
As all creation begins to doze.
&fog forms ,at the close of day.
Again the machair blooms. Again these wild
Atlantic shorelines, battered but unbowed
as the marram grass, survive the wayward
blasts of winter, the silver sands endowed
with dancing colour, greeting the splendour
of the budding year. A close bound repertoire
of nodding harebells, celandines and thrift,
clover, thyme and tiny eyebright, near and far,
a sweeping backdrop to the wave-washed shore.
Sea campion, marigold and silverweed,
majestic iris, buttercup and mayweed,
bashful wild orchids, and a myriad more,
each in their order pays homage to the sun.
Bedazzling the eye, High Summer has begun.