Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Egg brown boy


Egg brown boy

All over sun-skin egg brown boy
Summer child wild, breeze-free
Lost among raspberries peas and beans
Picking and pottering
A long-day dream
You wander and wonder at tree frogs and bees
Lizards basking on walls
You’re brave as a merboy bobbed on the waves
Dazed in the moment, dear lord of your dance
And spinning and weaving
With effortless grace
You bind us all in your spell
Oh sweetest enchantment, beloved enchantment
Beautiful egg brown boy

30th August, 2011, Hounoux

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Shimmer dance smile

Shimmer dance smile

And so this summer’s sun-baked
Memories in moments
Shimmer dance smile
Small bodies perfect, squeal and splash
A tiny beetle glows golden
Old friends fore-gathered, wedding guests
Who’ve lent an ear, a hand to help
A precious girl turned teenager
Over and over beds filled, re-filled
Endless the washing drying on the line
Ottolenghi’s best suggestions, eagerly devoured
Coming and going, airport runs,
Wild clematis shining silver rampant on the fence
Field flowers, lavender twisted, twined
With gentian blue
And small roses, dusky pink
All of us here, family, friends
Come for the moment
Suspended in sunshine, surely
Stepped from a dream?
The bride in her loveliness, happiest of days
Bridesmaids and page boys
Too beautiful
Poems and love songs, vows turning to tears
Times to remember indelibly etched
All down the years
Churr of the bee-eaters bright in the blue
This summer’s sun-baked forever memories
Shimmer dance smile


22nd August 2011, Hounoux




Monday, August 15, 2011

Love Song

Love Song

Today you asked me to write you a poem, custom-made
To read at your wedding
Of course! I replied, thinking
Just you try and stop me!
This request, coming right after ‘Would you like to come shopping for my dress?’
And ‘Could I try and help you with some needles?’
And biggest and best of all ‘ Would you be with us at the birth?’
So you see the pattern here emerging
The giving in your asking
Our special girl, for both of us, such consolation
A gift after grief
Good news after sad
So glad we posted you in the Guardian
Big-eyed baby who learned (six months no more I swear)
To pull a face and make me laugh
Before 5, to write me billet-doux
Love letters ‘I love you mummy’
Signed Rosie Whittingham
What else can I tell you
Stories you know, oft repeated
The four changes of outfit, minimum
Strewn on your bed, before school
Which custom, Jay says, survives to this day
Telling us perhaps you never have known
Understood, how beautiful you are
Our special girl, daughter and sister
Friend, partner and mum
A gift to us all
If you want someone to lean on, listen
Stand by you in the dark
Then Rosie is your girl
Though perhaps we have to say-
For all the evidence points this way-
She’s Jay’s now, and Luca’s too of course
Fate and chance and previous dire misfortune
Having hurled them together one night, just before Christmas
Drink and music and partying possibly
Having their role to play
And we who loved her always
Had hoped her luck would change
Sighed collectively, relief profound
Finding Jay not only easy on the eye
But decent in his soul
As kind and loving as her dad
-No higher complement Jay-
Together the two of you, the best a boy could want
Creating a home and a life
Full of love
My mother’s wish for all of you
Rosie, Jay, Luca and siblings yet to come
Is taken from a song
Though panic not, you’re spared
No singing on this day
Just heartfelt words I’ll say with love
A prayer from us all

May the long time sun shine on you
All love surround you
And the pure light within you
Guide your way on


August 2010, read at Rosie's wedding to Jay on 6th August 2011, Gayda.