April poem

EIGHTEENTH CENTURY BIRD

Bird of the night
You sing through time
Unlocking feelings like a plumber’s mate
Releases water,
Eighteenth century bird engraved on copper plate.

Part of me is stuck in another century
When there were horses
Instead of cars,
Laudanum was sipped
And ships sailed by the moon and stars.

You make the night rich
With pearls dipped and strung in oily sound
Fruity kisses and watery whistles
Embroidered bird
Emerging between moss and thistles.

I was a child of the woods
I understood the snap of twigs
The flap of wings
Darkling I listen
Here inside my head, it sings.

 

Jehane Markham

Photo of Jehane Markham by Heini Schneebeli

Jehane Markham is a true poet...
her poems glow like impressionist paintings.

Adrian Mitchell

Love wells up out of Jehane Markham's work... it made me cry.
Gillian Allnutt

To contact
Jehane Markham
please email
jm@jehanemarkham.co.uk

For CV click on link


house image

Norfolk house: Mary MacCarthy

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Singing With Nightingales: Homecoming Tune in at 11pm 14 April to hear this poem to welcome the nightingales on Youtube with folk singer Sam Lee
https://thenestcollective.co.uk/
events/nightingales-homecoming-2021/

 

16 Sunsets

SIXTEEN SUNSETS
– POETRY MEETS THE BLUES

Click to see review of Sixteen Sunsets
Now available on Spotify

 

Adio poem below the waterline

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poem on Twitter

 

New Audio poem:

Above and Below The Water Line
Click to link to listen