Rose will be reading as guest poet of the Fire River Poets on October 4th

 

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I will be performing as guest poet of the Fire River Poets on National Poetry Day at 8 pm on the 4 October 2018. There will also be an open mic session. Fire River Poets contact details: enquiry@fireriverpoets.org.uk Website: http://www.fireriverpoets.org.uk
Venue: Creative Innovation Centre CIC, Memorial Hall, Paul Street,Taunton TA1 3PF
01823 337477 info@creativeinnovationcentre.co.uk

 

photo Rose Cook

 

 

Poem for Lammas ~ August 1st

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Crowning Party

 

This year the weather changed with rain

and cooler in the North, hints of autumn.

 

When our children were small, we always held a party

when August began. Each wore a crown.

 

The barley fields wave theirs in a golden sea.

Farmers will begin to gather the grain.

 

My mother took us bilberrying up on the moors.

A whole wild day scrambling through heather.

Special sandwiches and pop.

 

* my new book Hearth is available from me or http://www.culturedllama.co.uk/

 

Poem and photograph Rose Cook

My work is loving the world 💚

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Messenger
by Mary Oliver

My work is loving the world.
Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird—
          equal seekers of sweetness.
Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.
Here the clam deep in the speckled sand.

Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
          keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work,

which is mostly standing still and learning to be
          astonished.
The phoebe, the delphinium.
The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.
Which is mostly rejoicing, since all the ingredients are here,

which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
          and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
          to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
          that we live forever.


photo Rose Cook

May 1st …Beltane blessing all

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Lone Hawthorn On The Moor

 

For you are ancient and withstand terrible weathers.

For you make a dark shape in winter, carry a nest.

For I saw you sheathed in frozen snow, your berries hoar.

For you grow on the crest of a slope.

For you are potent, with medicinal properties.

Wands made from you hold great power.

For in spring you are covered in white blossom.

For you are the May tree and shake confetti on the girls,

who dance around your trunk.

For you are most erotic and bless love and fertility.

For you teem with life, insects that fly and crawl, lichen

and every kind of bird wants to shelter in your branches.

For you fill with the hum of bees.

For you must never be broken, nor taken home,

For you are hope, which remains wild.

For you have thorns and red berries, which imbue meaning,

though children make itching powder, babies are fed your syrup.

For you offer protection.

For you are grizzled and grow low to the ground.

 

Rose Cook

 

* this poem is in my new book  Hearth which is available from me or http://www.culturedllama.co.uk/