WENDY WEBB

 

 

News Of The Blackbird

 

Piece on earth dig-worthy for robin

balanced on a spade

as flowers flutter worrisome perfection.

Sun presses through clothing

in days’ progression to summer solstice.

 

World of peace’s wildfires/floods/terrorist enclave

of freight train in bridge collapse, sunflower fresh.

 

Blackbird loudhailers dawn,

pierces yawn-stretching wake-up

in open window breeze, an earth at peace.

 

May Torrential Downpours

Spring Mothers

 

When April was cruellest

I was not a mother

                                nor had one

and last month Dad opened the card.

 

No showers to sing Victorian hymns

nor Billy G to harmonise her rest.

 

When next month brooded

Gran rewarded her firstborn with a middle

so Dad repeated the complement of blossom.

 

Lived to regret the August wedding

and his daughter’s shortevity.

 

He switched to unpredictable September

all naked ladies, asters and sedums

outlived every dog and horse he fed or reined in.

 

Led Grimm R a merry dance around grandsons

pipped his birth star corgi Queen at the post

between August and November.

 

In early frost and lighter mornings

Santa’s beard and ruddy nose lie buried

as planted baubles every shade of Spring.

Ache my pilgrim bones a stone’s throw from Walsingham

and contemplate mothers – all – next month.

 

WENDY WEBB

 

WENDY WEBB loves nature, wildlife, symmetry and form and the creative spark. Published in Reach, Sarasvati, Quantum Leap, Crystal, Dreich, Seventh Quarry, The Journal, The Frogmore Papers, Acumen, Drawn to the Light; online in Littoral, Lothlorien, Autumn Voices, Wildfire Words, Our Poetry Archive, Atlantean, Poetry Kit, Amateur Gardening, Leicester Literary Journal, Drawn to the Light, Poetry Wivenhoe, Seagulls (Canada), forthcoming: Poetry Breakfast; broadcast Poetry Place. Book: Love’s Floreloquence; Landscapes (with David Norris-Kay) from Amazon; free downloads of other poetry from Obooko.