Monthly poem - June
Sprung out of the dark,
a fabulous fantasy: a work of art!
Lips like kissing cherries, legs that easily part.
So secret in the green woods, so newly intimate,
to have a plump queen
to stroke his long ears
(no more work-a-day worries or fears)
on some lush mossy bank
pocked with white anemones
like soft stars that close their points at night,
as wild violets and heartsease
undress their purples in the moonlight.
This was ecstasy for the old ass
who had found such a comely lass
in the shade of a woodland glade
and she, splashed with sap from love-in-the-mist
thought his stumpy hooves were adorable too
and longed to be kissed
smelling of hay and oats
stroked his soft grey nose,
entwined his prickly mane
with the petals and stems of a sweet musk rose.
How happy he was
like a babe who fell asleep
in the winding arms of a woman's keep.
Both dreamers did upward float
until Puck came in with the antidote
and Bottom awoke, thinking he was rehearsing a scene,
his head still full of delirious hope
about a world so magical that words had not the scope
to explain, delineate or demean.
Jehane Markham is a true poet...
her poems glow like impressionist paintings.
Love wells up out of Jehane Markham's
work... it made me cry.
For CV click on link
Sixteen Sunsets - Poetry meets the Blues
Click to see review of Sixteen Sunsets
Aldeburgh Festival 2016
The Pumphouse 7pm
Sunday 19 June 2016
Jehane Markham Trio performing
The London Series
Burgh House, Hampstead
July 23 2016 Private party