Summer Poetry 2024

Here In This Garden

Here in this garden the pleasant sunlight rays
Fall on blooms that hang from ancient wall
And gently flow into a coloured maze
There scents to creatures reach that heed its call,
How like them I am when within your gaze
As under your charm I quickly fall
And voices turn to a murmured haze
So great it does my soul enthral,
And so it has been for many days
As do I walk from hall to hall
Though would I for your presence praise
And wish of your time so ever small,
So I do miss thee that my heart does ache
And would I willingly your hand to take.

David Morris, Llandaff

Charity Shops Are For All Seasons

Like a lucky dip, mid-day addictive,
(though not a dupe, a dab hand at
‘Bric-a-Brac’), a whack whackily exacting,
(but for more than a ‘bob’)
We imbibe these unembittered lives
(our pride tried!) in overdue.

We dive in, delve, deciding in an instant
The standing of lustre jugs – distorted?
Kokloma ware – a risky assortment;
wary of coloured glass – too exhorted,
and always scornful of what weighs in light.

Right texture? (vexing if it’s not)
Gilding over bright? (too much excitement!)
Do I want it? (Quite. It does invite.)
Have I room? (secret heirlooms are not enough.)

It might equate with ‘stuff’. Tough.
Why scoff? A treat is good. Adaptably.
Adept, I’ve accepted it already. Renewed.

I review ‘a treat is good’ (a dud for the befuddled)
Shrewdly, I brood.

Food for thought if bought. And I always do.

Nigel Phillips, Whitchurch

Endless Meadows

Through fields of gold,
the summer sun does dance,
Soft whispers of the wind,
a gentle trance.
The meadow blooms
with colours bright and fair,
A symphony of life
in perfumed air.

Beneath my feet,
the soft grass sighs and sways,
Each step I take,
a dance among the rays.
Butterflies flit, their delicate wings unfurled,
In this paradise, I feel the world.

The buzzing bees hum a sweet melody,
As I stroll through nature’s grand tapestry.
The wildflowers bow in the warm breeze’s wake, Their beauty a gift for the heart to take.

The sun caresses my skin with loving light,
As day turns to dusk, a magical sight.
The meadow whispers secrets of the past,
A timeless moment, forever to last.

In summer’s embrace,
I find my true home,
A place of peace where my spirit can roam.
Among these meadows,
I find my true rest,
In nature’s arms,
I am truly blessed.

Melissa Francis, Llandaff