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Oil painting of Penrhos ‘Scatter Woods’ by Jenny Amelia Jones

Oil painting of Penrhos 'Scatter Woods' by Jenny Amelia Jones

Scatter woods

The heart would were my thoughts unwalled,
Marry to dissolve in the swaddling scape,
Like sap from a tree, the vital spirit dipped

In honeycomb, play host to my lot
That I may reap the harvest in the eternal hour
And drench within to loosen the knot,

A keener joy distilled in the canopy
That draws my breath as if to replenish
The morning dew – resplendent in the tracery,

Rustling leaves mute the silence
And root my tangled feet among the trees
Where shadows espy semblance,

Altered in attendant nature I stood
To quench and dally – copious, to trance
The unbridled tread in the scatter woods,

Like an ancient eclipse that awes the sight
To multiply the plough by the sun and moon
A wooded scape unmasks the day from the night

And baptises the fettered mind into light, Breaking
Through the finest thread of natures original shroud.

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Happy St Davids Day!

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O blest ferment of holy desire
The unforgettable Dewi Sant
Obedient servant of the light
Penescoli of the Isle erudite:
unite
‘Tis March the first be celebrant!

poem extract by Liza M Jones

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Poem to celebrate St Georges Day!

Poem to celebrate St Georges Day!

A worthy of Christian love and worship

Attar of Roses imbue the air, augur on seraphs gallant wing,

The arrival of an archetypal saint, anoint

Emblazoned bleeding cross of truth: standard parchemin

Winnowing…………….Lambs kin

Suffused and glorious bedecked

Testimony of salvation

On a Stallion, bestride the stars.

Gods breast plate preserves and protects the blest

From poison, crushing and molten fother imprest,

Waxen wounds healing abound, Christs compassion;

………Caressed in the clouds

Betwixt dusk and dawn enshroud

In Heavens sublime sanctifying unction.

Prostrate George

…God doth he laud trust and pray:

‘My nerve sustain, the dragon is slain’

Apostates assembly, fash fare and fie!

……….Astounded be.

The path of righteousness, hewn through his will, behoven

Forsakes not Christ for his own life, avowedly

In his cause to die, martyrdom betoken:

Beheaded he lie, the estate of heaven reclaimed

England’s Saint published and for aye famed.

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Chaucerian roundel poem….. Daffodils

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Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut
In the hallowed niche of Penrhos grove, bestrewn
The trail, always evergreen and wildly overgrown

The book of nature turns its page: aspring awoo!
All the birds throng in the canopy in mesmeric tune
Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut!

Spellbound the fierce splendour, light imbues
Familiar boughs: squibs of the rainbow festoon;
Inspirit the air and all who come to commune
Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut!

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Easter Haiku

Easter Haiku

The eterne Godhead
Three parts in soul, clay, heart bind
Living manna Christ

Still waters his tears
Deluge replete in dotage
Harbour of refuge

God and clod mingle
Soul, blood and sin are bought
Clay fears death no more
By Liza Marie Jones

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Valentine reminisce

Valentine reminisce

Valentine Kiss

 

Oh! How love doth bay,
As moonlight strums the dawns ray,
In glory he doth glide,
The mackerel chased skies;
Winged feet in stride,
He flies, he flies
In mist we’ll sift:
To loves harmonic rift.
With the angels and the euphoric euphonic:
The prelude to throbbing love: their dower.
Indomitable spirits affray in the mating winds:
A force not to rescind,
Radiant in the shafts of heavens’ hues
They blaze and bask in divine dues
Engraved fates adorn heavens gates:
Ordained by God: a fixed mandate
Lips that lock in bliss:
Oh! Taste that immortal kiss!
Mealed vapours in tryst;
Seamless souls ride the erotic wave:
Tempestuous horizons, they brave

Extract from poem ‘Oh how love doth bay’ By Liza M Jones

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Robin Red Breast

Photo taken in Penrhos Nature Reserve on Fridays Snow filled day.

Robin Red Breast
The robin blessed by Christ, communicate
The steadfast that plucked the pain
From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate;

A crimson flush, from cruel crown, dissipate
The Saviours blood to the bearers reign,
The robin blessed by Christ, communicate

A faithful servant among the masses to proliferate
The adornment of a most sacred gain,
From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate

A chorus in nature to emanate
The message of the saviours’ pain,
The robin blessed by Christ communicate:

A glorious passion for Almighty fate,
Amongst his flock to maintain
From the holy brow, an honoured breastplate

For all creatures to congregate
Throughout the plains Gods’ terrain,
The robin blessed by Christ, communicate
From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate.
by Jenny Jones

Mist descending over Abrahams bosom toward Holyhead mountain

Holy Island ‘Ynys Cybi’, gave birth to our poetic toils.
The landscape tutored our minds
the seascape tutors the sage
from whence the earthly and Divine
mingle on the page,
made near perfect over the years:
Half truths; prick up your spiritual ears,
To process our thoughts through soul:
An infinite glimpse into the mysteries
Of the sacred dwelling place, promises
To harmonise
the Isle of Mon, Heaven and the pen
Paradise on earth surmise .. our treatise!
by Liza Jones