Well that was a nice surprise!!

For our 3rd TMA which was poetry I got another magical and unexpected 80 ! I like what I wrote but its so subjective isnt it, poetry? Like art. Anyways enough , here's the stuff...

A series of 3 poems.

March 23^rd 1973

(‘Relate’ began life as the Marriage Guidance Council in 1938)

I

Silver

Ripe apples, rosy red: grapes, black and bitter sweet

We love! Our harvest not heaven sent but earned.

The log pile, high in regimental rows

of multi coloured autumn hues. Mice hide

and bright eyes wink but only in the night.

Huge Koi carp swim in lazy ways around

the pond and lift large eyes that softly say

Feed me! We stroke them as they feast on bread.

Mystic nooks and corners fill the garden shed.

A hotch potch mess of deckchairs, jars and tools

Of long forgotten - ‘I never knew we had!’

Like a jigsaw with every piece in place

the garden lives and grows each year. Changing

but unchanged. Rooted in the heart of us.

II

Coral  

Nice life shatters.

Like the blacksmith’s blow on the anvil

        heat fuses and

each spark flares and dies.

Nothing can be the same again.

What say you? Is this the end?

The healer helps.

And like two small planets

colliding, imploding

creates from almost nothing  – New life.

III

Ruby

Fingers follow each word Jamie [1] writes

And having lip-moved your way across the page

You pause:  glaring at the clock

the order is – Begin!

You shout – Garlic?

The reply – Crushed!

You shout – Chipotle?

The reply - Substituted!

(Red chilli, ok?)

A ‘harrumph’ or similar.

You submit – the partnership progresses.

In this small space,

Like two round peas in a

long pea pod,

We work side-by-side in the heat.

We relate.                 

And, instructions carried out,

the re-creation is complete.

Two halves, re-joined.

Quarter up- Eat, replete.

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[1] Jamie’s 15 Minutes Meals