Reflections in the Night Garden.

A poem in progress.

I love the serenity of the dark, sensual night

An indigo sky - a full moon so bright

A myriad of stars twinkling up above,

Reminds me of the past and the angst of lost love.

One special love - I thought we'd never be parted - 

My world shattered in pieces
and left me broken hearted.

But time heals pain, a cliche, I know.

As the years roll on, you have to let it go.

Summer nights, in the garden, I reflect on it all.

Wondering why, it was so easy to fall.

But so obvious looking back,
with an amber moon above.

The night time allure
was ideal for young love.

Now I just admire the beauty of the night time display.

Happy to be here still,
I've come a long way.

Intoxicating scents from flowers all around.

Brushing past me in the darkness, moths barely make a sound.

The gentle colour changes, from a pretty solar light.

Fascinate them so, on their late evening flight.

In the dark trees above
I hear the rustling of the leaves.

It fires imagination, of the stories I might weave.

Such as witches on their broomsticks
With black cats by their side.

In the coolest, blackest sky
Their favoured territory -  they ride.

The night time garden never ceases to amaze.

A whole new world appears,
So very different from the days.

Sentimental Summers.

Dedicated to my Dad.

How I loved the Summer
Jewel-like flowers and lush green trees.
A walk along the countryside
As I ambled at my ease.

Butterflies -  a- darting
From a myriad of flowers.
How I loved to watch them all,
as I whiled away the hours.

Ripe strawberries with a tin of cream
Fresh apples, pears and plums
Delicious crumbles to be made.
All would satisfy our tums!

My favourite place is in the garden,
at this special time of year
It reminds me of my father,
whose memory I hold dear

He grew so many vegetables
and lovely flowers by the score.
His dahlias and roses
are the plants I still adore.

With affection I remember,
Our rose garden at the side.
It's probably a driveway now,
Where once was Father's pride.

Then, summers seemed so magical
Playing out in meadows green.
Now houses stand in rows
And our childhood -  just a dream.

Time is....

Another poem on the subject of time.

It's running out, it's wasted.
It's precious, so they say.
It's musical, it's happy
and it rules our every day.

It's waiting, it's forgiving.
It passes quickly, so they say.
It's looking forward, looking backward
and will never go away.

It's sadness and it's healing.
It's always marching on, they say.
It's motivation, it's in the future,
of a kinder world, a better way.

MISSING YOU

This poem has been published in an anthology by Forward Press. ANIMAL ANTICS 2008 under my former name Potkins.



MISSING YOU



In memory of Shannon April 11th 2007


...

I miss your head upon my lap,
I miss your grunts and groans.
I miss your bark, I miss your whine.
Oh, how I miss your doggy moans.


I miss seeing you in the mornings,
I miss your presence in the night.
I miss your little tufts of hair.
I miss you so, it isn't right.


I miss your lovely greeting,
I miss you treading on my feet.
I miss these little things so much
And I miss, watching you eat.


I miss seeing you in the garden,
I miss the way you'd run and play.
I miss you, when I'm home from work.
Oh, how I miss you every day.

Holiday

We had a great holiday in Weston -super- Mare. The New Ocean Hotel is very nice, although our room was a tad small and if I was any bigger,  I would have had a job to squeeze past the end of the bed to reach the kettle, in order to make a cuppa!

The meals were really nice, especially the buffet style breakfasts with a good selection of food that you could pick and choose. Many of the staff were eastern europeans, lovely people and very helpful.

Our 2 trips out were lovely as the weather stayed warm, though a bit windy, but often the way in coastal areas.
We had a few hours in Burnham-on -Sea, on Tuesday, quite a quaint place, not too commercialized. A lovely sea front and a selection of gift shops, plus a handy B&M that I couldn't resist visiting. I bought a solar "mooning" gnome, very tasteful!!  It works.

We couldn't leave without indulging in substantial ice creams with added clotted cream - sheer bliss and such a hit to the taste buds.

On the Thursday we went to the UK's smallest city of Wells and visited the beautiful cathedral and although I'm an atheist, I appreciated the gothic architecture, its history and stunning stained glass windows. We had a homemade buttered scone and tea in the cafe. Very nice.

We had an hour or so in Wells, which had to include a quick visit to Ladbrokes - we didn't see a Betfred there. The young lady working in Ladbrokes lived in the village of Street where we were going next and was very informative, as to its charm.

Clark's retail outlet in Street was the highlight of my week and even Paul, who normally hates shopping, had to admit it was nice there. It was built on the site of the old Clark's shoe factory. Loads of great discount outlets, including Gap, French Connection, M&S and many more. Tried a top on in FC, but looked like a whale in it, so went to M&S and bought a lovely royal blue top for £15 and actually got into a 14 as the 16 was voluminous! A complete fluke of course. Paul got some new jogging bottoms.

We had a real Cornish pastie between us,  they were huge, in one of the lovely cafès. The whole place is beautifully set out with everything to hand - including very clean loos - well worth a visit if you're visiting Somerset ( not just for the loos) though loos are very important to the over 70s!

The Grand Pier in Weston that we visited on Wednesday,  was rather disappointing, as it was full of noisy slot machines and not much else - what a waste of a great space. Hopefully they have  shows there later this month.

We had a go on a machine and put in a couple of quid, not realizing it only spewed out tickets and no cash prizes.

After redeeming them, we got 2 pkts of love hearts and a lolly!!  Big deal.

A redeeming feature was The Tiffany Tearooms at the end of the pier where we had a lovely warm, fresh homemade scone with clotted cream and jam. All  washed down with tea, loose leaf variety, with a strainer - there's posh!

One of the great highlights of our holiday, was that our particular coach party had free drinks every night between 6 and 10 pm. I'm not a big drinker, but got a few bacardi and diet cokes in!  What more could you want on a holiday?

We had entertainment most nights, mostly good, one not so good, but hey, they have to make a living - and we weren't expecting Tom Jones or any other top acts and after a few bevvies, funnily enough, they all sounded great!

Sadly, the five lovely days were soon over and back home again. Here's to the next time...

MY PHILOSOPHY UPDATED VERSION

1. When you feel sad and dying inside,...
   those tears of sorrow, you feel you must hide.
2. But let them flow, in that most private place
   Where no one else sees the stains on your face.
3. When you think of loved ones who have sadly passed.
   Happy days, that were never to last.
4. As the years pass by and you slowly progress,
   That aching pain, will hurt a little less.
5. Cherished memories stay with you for ever.
   The close bond that you had will not sever.
6. Those precious ties, live on in your heart
   Even death, will not keep you apart.
7. Enjoy the life, that they'd wish for you.
   Learn from your mistakes, we all make a few!
8. One life is all we have, I truly believe.
   Live, love and be kind, before we all leave.
9. 
   

MORE PET HATES

Morons who fly-tip.
Taps that drip, drip, drip.

Teenagers who are surly.
My hair, all straight, not curly.

Rap "music" and hip hop
It just gets me in a strop.

Golf, cricket and football.
I admit I hate them all.

Slender girls who stuff their faces.
Old men wearing gaudy braces.

Pigeon droppings everywhere.
Litter louts who do not care.

That strange person on the bus.
Public toilets that won't flush.

Cold callers on your 'phone.
Junk mail offering a loan.

That toothpaste top left off
and the irritating cough.

Drivers, blinding with headlights.
Thuggish yobbos picking fights.

Two lottery numbers on each line.
Healthy folk who whinge and whine.

Dog owners who don't "scoop"
when their pooches do a "poop"

Poetry that's twee.
Could apply to me!

MY PHILOSOPHY

When you feel sad and dying inside,
those tears of sorrow, you try to hide.

Let them flow in that private place
Where no one else can see your face.

Thinking of loved ones who have sadly passed
and happy days that weren't to last.

As the years pass by and you progress
That aching pain, will hurt a little less.

Cherished memories will stay for ever.
The close bond you had will not sever.

Those precious ties, live on in your heart
You will never feel apart.

Enjoy the life, they'd wish for you.
Learn from mistakes, we all make a few!

One life is all you have, I truly believe.
Live, love, try to be kind, before you leave.


Ann Wilson 3rd June 2018.