Poem for the Welsh grandmother
I never really knew
Six o’clock! The cuckoo whirrs its clockwork arrow
from the dark wood of its ambush and the flight
of my granny’s forgotten youth flashes before my eyes
to be buried among the trees. Cats! I can still count
her 1, 2, 3 cats, each one lapping milk from its saucer.
If I close my eyes, I can recall her house, her clothes,
her hair, the very bend of her body bowed over
the ironing board in the kitchen and everywhere,
the sweet and sour smell of white fish bubbling
on the stove for the cats’ supper. The cuckoo clock
strikes again. Each one wounds, the last one…?
Who knows what the last one will bring? Life’s
bitterest blows perhaps? Or missing memories
restored and with them, my granny’s own lost beauty,
with her standing upright, like some glorious flower
illuminated by a sunbeam in the wood’s dark depths.
rogermoorepoet 
Oh how delightful. My soul sister is moving to Welsh next week and I should share this one with her. Have a beautiful week.
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Thank you for visiting, and for your kind words. Where is she moving to, any idea? Though Lovers be Lost is available on Amazon.com and contains some of my Welsh poems. I wish you and your soul-sister well.
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You are very welcome, and thank you for letting me know about your book. It might make a great gift for her. She is moving to Ceredigion and I thank you kindly for your well wishes. Have a wonderful day.
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Cardigan, eh? I was born on the Gower Peninsula, just down the road from Cardigan, or up (towards Swansea) an area of great natural beauty, as is much of Wales.
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Oh that is so wonderful. I shared what you said with her and happens to turn out that she grew up on the Gower Peninsula too in a town called Pennard. I gave her your info from the blog and she is keen to contact you, a fellow person from the area of Gower. She also knows about your book on Amazon and hopefully some more traffic and business is coming your way. We both loved your poem about your Welsh Grandma, which I read to her today. Hugs
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Pennard, eh? I used to go horse riding there. Stables on the cliffs just above the sea. We had a bungalow above Brandy Cove, at Pyle Corner. I would love a contact: by all means invite her to contact me.
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How cool is that? She will be so delighted to make contact with you. I guess it’s hard to find other people who grew up there as well. Thank you so much and have a great weekend.
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