Photo By Jools Thatcher

Photo By Jools Thatcher

The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Flowers“.

Good afternoon Jon, and greetings from County Mayo on the west coast of Ireland.

They have a saying here on Achill Island concerning Slievemore, the tallest mountain on the island.

They say if you can’t see the mountain its raining and if you can, its about to rain.

Well I can’t even see my hand in front of my face – though to be fair, despite the storms battering the coast, a goodly part of the cause I have to admit is self inflicted.

I’ve heard some cracking music here and in Westport over the last few days, hope to catch a bit more tonight, and who knows, I might just indulge in a quiet, slow pint.

As they say, every now and then you have to stop to smell the flowers.

To play this poem directly in your browser – just click the “play” button below:


Also have a listen to the songs on my latest  album “Angel In Reverse




The ocean rears in panic
At the tempest’s frenzied roar
Enraged, the angry waves
Fiercely pound the hapless shore

Here nature rules unchallenged
As only nature can
No mercy shown to gamblers
Or the vanities of man

Pitiless and brutal
It exhausts all opposition
Even mountains, cleaved by ice and gales
Worn into submission

Trenches form, where peat is cut
Filled by driving rains
Fanned out, for miles across the bog
Entwined, like swollen veins

The cliff face, bare and weathered
As winds and rain collude
Remorseless, unrelenting
Winter’s savage mood

Nestled tight, within the crags
A single stand of gorse
It clings to life, like hope itself
Defying nature’s force

Rows of thorns give warning
Keeping predators at bay
While tiny buds bring colour
To this scene of endless grey

Golden flowers like jewels
Yet, ten thousand times their worth
Beauty lives, where man cannot
It is flowers that rule the earth

© Copyright 2013 Ian Bland


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