Monthly poem - July
There's my father turning the lines of hay,
the soft green lines that snake across the shorn field.
In that hot week in July, he had scythed the long grass
avoiding the marshy sections where the prangs of horse-tail grew.
Swish, swish, the curved blade had glided over the stems,
toppling clover and speckled orchids,
buttercups and thistles,
scattering seeds and buds in sparks of falling green.
There's my father in his French straw hat, turning the lines of hay,
the emerald grasses drying to another texture
dusty and sweet.
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
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Jehane Markham Trio performing
The London Series
Burgh House, Hampstead
July 23 2016 Private party