Tag: poem
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The May Month
My spring stay at Clifford Barton Cottages turned out a bit differently to what I’d planned because my Dad died just before I went. It was sad but not unexpected; he was ninety-two and had been ill for a while, and he had said many times during his last months that he was ready to…
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Celebrating the shortest days
A riddle My first is in Jack but it’s not in his box My second’s in hours but never in clocks My third is in earth but it’s missing from clay My fourth is in night but it’s absent by day My fifth is in treasure but not found in thief My sixth is in…
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Accordion books
Accordion book with expressive calligraphy on white paper using oak twig and homemade iron gall ink. Additional marks made with watercolours. Board covers and supporting pages made from heavyweight brown paper painted with iron gall ink, watercolours and gouache. Measures 170mm high x 133mm wide x approx 20mm deep when folded. Fastens with cream cotton…
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Oak
OAK At the back of the churchyard an oak has rooted beside a grave; each year the lichened slab is covered with galls. Searching among tussocks of wet grass I find celandines, primroses, violets, last year’s foxgloves springing again from the base of a plinth; Reginald William Hobhouse, Son of . . . Died Oct…