Monthly poem - August
The rowan tree tightens its fist
then loosens its grip.
Nettles dally and droop.
Far away, a stream dawdles.
Flies pin the landscape in my room
with a network of take offs and landings.
This is not the time of rose buds
but old summer warmth
and all the golds and greens hanging on
for a little longer, a little longer.
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
York Rise Street Party
Jehane Markham, Natalie Rozario
and Patrick Naylor
Sunday 11 September