From the Poetry Garden 4
Here is the 4th. Session from the Poetry Garden. The first poem “In Ennerdale” (for Jenny) is already on this blog, the second new poem “Guelder-rose” is not. I can send you a copy or wait and I will put it up on here soon. It is my first poem about the Pandemic….and inspired totally by asking my partner, Max, for a word that described the colour of the berries on a Guelder -rose in our garden. “Vermillion”, he said. I knew the word but was not sure what colour vermillion was! I checked it out and was stunned by the perfect resemblance. The word, vermillion, took me to Hopkins’ poem, “The Wndhover” which I knew and loved. From his Kestrel I thought of our Kestrel pillaging the swallows nests.
In many ways the garden is full of other better poets; Hopkins is one, Eliot has his rose garden, and of course Andrew Marvel also has “The Garden”. My relationship with past writers is the resource that helps me through life so it is impossible not from time to time to spring from off their shoulders.