The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Winter“.
Good afternoon Jon, and this week welcome to Warwick, the scene of this years Warwick Folk Festival – and every year for that matter.
So far there have been some great acts including The Unthanks, Show of Hands, Flossie Malavialle, Anna Ryder and later this evening on the main stage Le Vent Du Nord – The North Wind, a sensational group from Canada who would even impress a folk music skeptic like yourself Jon.
Winter – I’ve managed to avoid it so far this year.
Not an easy task to relate to winter in the middle of summer, albeit what the English refer to as summer, so to put me in the mood I’ve stuck my feet are in a bucket of ice blocks and my head in the refrigerator with pen and paper on top of the salad crisper – what’s this? Mango and lemon curd yoghurt, Potato and dry cured Chorizo tortilla – 2 cans of Old Speckled Hen?
To quote those immortal words, “I may be gone some time”
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In fading light, she gazed out from the lower deck, and cried
Her tears masked by dew as fog rolled up the Clyde
Her children squealed excitedly as their ship cast off its’ ties
The mist erased all worldliness and stole her last goodbyes
So began a winter’s journey it was not her want to start
Supporting of her husband’s dreams, neglectful of her heart
Family, friendships, streets and fields; all she’d ever known
Left behind, a part of her; as much as flesh and bone
And none, not even those she loved, were allowed to know her pain
That moment brought a sadness that would, in part, remain
As the dank miasma claimed all bar the ship’s own light
She busied with her children’s needs; their ship sailed into night
© Copyright 2016 Ian Bland
Also have a listen to the songs on “Angel In Reverse”