Poem: GREEN SURFACE DREAM

Working with Cork poets – ONE WORLD POETRY COLLECTIVE. An experimental collaborative poem. This is the first draft that I am presently making into a poem film.

GREEN SURFACE DREAM

GREEN SURFACE DREAM

Green surface 
near 
near
surface near dream
dream 
dream now
dream now
now dreamless
dreamless
now dreamless

I watch 

crimson streams 
underground
breach the surface 
breach the surface 
breach the surface ocean
breach the surface
ocean

I watch

snowflakes prayer brush the trees 
brush the trees
snowflakes prayer
prayer
brush the trees the cloudsfull
the cloudsfull
the clouds full of water
the clouds full of water
of water 
cloudsfull

I watch 

watch ferns uncoil 
their baby fingers
again 

and 

again 

and 

again


watch 
their baby fingers
again 

and 

again 

and 

again

ferns uncoil
ferns uncoil
the clouds full of water

I watch

raindrops tap
raindrops tap 
the constant tick of the clock
the constant tick of the clock
the tick of the clock
the tick of the clock 
tick 
tick 
tick 
tick 
the tick of the clock 
watch
the tick of the clock

I watch

time streams
a device that moves fluids
dreamless the speech of trees
streams a device that moves fluids
fluids flow silken flow silken
silken 
silken 
silken sunlight revel green
green grass
revel green grass

 
the speech of trees streams fluids flow silken
flow silken 
flow silken
time streams
time streams a device that moves fluids
flow silken
flow 
flow 

flow ocean
flow ocean
ocean
fluids flow silken

I watch 
dreamless 
a misplaced dream

trees weep
dreamless 
dreamless

dreamless sleep 

dreamless breath

dreamless sleep

dreamless breath

dreamless symmetry

dreamless

sleep

breath

symmetry

moonshine
white lightning 

the tick of the clock
empty stars.

Diary of the Plague Year: Day 87 10 June 2020: New Garden Plants

Rain at last.

New plants in the garden:

Astilbe Chinensis “Glitter and Glamour”
Astilbe “Happy Spirit”
Astrantia “Hadspen Blood” Masterwort
Geranium “Daily Blue”
Veronicastrum virginicum “Red Arrows”
Aruncus “Misty Lace”

Worm Wood Artemisa “Powis Castle”
Catananche Caerulea Cupid’s Dart “Amor Blue”
Sisyrinchium californicum
Heuchera “Black Beauty” Coral Flower
Salvia nemerosa “Sensation Pink”
Salvia Concolor
Phlomis

Diary of the Plague Year: Day 80 3 June 2020: A North wind

After a week of heatwave, a riotous North wind has arrived. It is rampaging through the garden and luckily I staked the new Delphinium I bought yesterday. The wind turns the leaves on the trees and they shine with a silvery light in the sun. The last time we had a North wind like this was last March when all the leaves on my new trees were burnt. This wind feels relatively warm in comparison so I hope the trees won’t be damaged.

Read a bit of “Lady Chatterley’s Lover” – we had been asked to find some dialogue that had had a profound effect on us and, having not read it for 3o years, have been lured into reading it again.

The first para:

“Our is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over he obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”

Diary of the Plague Year: Day 74 28 May 2020: Airing the winter duvet – Summer is here!

Bit by bit I am planting in the flower garden. It is surrounded on three sides by fuchsia so is the only part of the garden with any real protection from the wind, and even so …

Shadows in the Dell
Out to air – my winter duvet – Summer is here!

Diary of the Plague Year: Day 68 22 May 2020: Snapped by the wind

Gale force winds all night and into today. They are just dying down now at 10.45 pm. I took the precaution of tying my new foxgloves to stakes, like one of those old-codger gardeners, and I am very glad I did. On one of my other plants (name unknown) stems had snapped right off.

Not only have we had crazy winds to contend with but the other night farm trailers rattling noisily into the wee hours. They have bright lights too which cast immense shadows and a sudden glaring red light when they thunder past. Not very restful.

Had a very lazy day today. Went into Clon to pick up veg, milk, etc. Then home and read over my writing piece about ‘Summer” – I just wrote about the garden.

Then watched Britten’s Gloriana from ROH. Richard Jones’ production, which I would normally love but thought the production, set in a village hall, too clunky. It must have cost a lot of money to make it look that cheap.

Other than that have just spent two days slogging through my AC application for for project funding. It’s always a soul-destroying exercise and hard work but such a huge relief when it’s all over. If by some major miracle we did get the funding I would be working with B on interviews which would be a treat.

Meanwhile our Memoir writing course is on hold because the tutor does not think Zoom would work for us. Eh? It works perfectly well with Denyse and the other writing group.