27 September: Ten Things of Thankful

Ten things for which I give thanks this week…

We are back from our holiday in Cornwall, which, after all the good weather this year, proved the worst choice of weeks when it rained all but one of the days and one day rained for the whole day! Still we need to be thankful for the rain as we have hosepipe bans in many parts of the UK due to drought, and as it rained back home, my neighbour was spared the task of watering our yard full of container plants (100 literes or ten watering cans full on a dry week…) and yet, a change is as good as a rest, so this is a thankful glance back over the holiday.

1 – between showers, we walked around Charlestown, a port for the St. Austell china clay mining area and heard Cornish fishermen singing a sea shanty…

2 – On the day that it rained all day, we drove to Lands End, but rather than pay to look into the mist and rain, drove down to nearby Sennen Cove to await the promised clearing of rain, eventually giving up and driving back home – but looking at waves is always something to be thankful for…

3 – A garden to be thankful for – The Lost Gardens of Heligan are the largest garden restoration project in Europe – once again, between showers…

The Giant’s Head greets visitors at the beginning of their walk around the gardens…
These are Rhododendron trunks grown so large during the period when the gardens were neglected, that you could cut wood from them…

3 – We did visit this beach, Porthlunny Bay, and managed a walk on the sands without rain lol…

Porthlunny Beach, Cornwall

4 – Thankful for the beauty of boats – this one, converted from a fishing boat to a tourist ride in Mevagissy Harbour…

5 – Thankful for the security guards who allowed us down to the disabled car park at Carlyon Bay without a Blue Badge (we are applying for one…)

Carlyon Bay, Cornwall – rain holding off
Barbara contemplating the waves…

6 – On our way home to Yorkshire, we stopped for the weekend in Worcester/Malvern – Barbara to stay with an old friend she han’t seen for years and I to join the annual reunion of my schoolfriends of the class of ’72 – 53 years since we left and friendships still going strong. We spent the Friday morning going round The Morgan Car Company, where they still build cars by hand…

The main assembly hall
A Morgan ready for road testing before the bodywork is added (it’s easier to make any adjustments needed)
Hand finishing the Ash framework for the bodywork…
Morgan’s top of the range offering – the Supersport – 0-62mph in 3.8 seconds (for the petrolheads amongst you…) The price – don’t ask…
The last supper on the saturday night – old boys and their gals…

7 – On the Saturday, we visited a tiny two-room museum giving the history of the invention of radar, amongst other things, at Malvern – 2000 scientists were secretly moved to and billeted in Malvern to keep their work out of sight of the Germans during World War 2. The invention of radar and especially the airborne radar in the Battle of the Atlantic was the saving of Britain – for which we are thankful…

Other things invented at the Malvern scientific establishment include Liquid Crystal display, Touch Screens, Night sight vision and the Queen sent the first email from Malvern where they contributed significantly to the development of the Internet…
Also at Malvern Station, the much older technology of cast-iron (with embellishments) gave us these beautiful columns.

8 – On returning home, the weather changed to Fine and as if to taunt us, here is an early morning view from our kitchen window – still thankful to be home safely…

Silsden, West Yorkshire

9 – on the door mat awaiting our return, were 10 more cards from the Poetry Postcard Festival, from which I have received 22 out of 31 from my group so far and 16 from the International list. Most of the festival’s participants are American, but everyone wants to exchange cards with someone outside the US and so we Internationals appear on an additional list. There is no obligation to reply to these “bonus” cards, but if people put their name and address on the ones they send, I feel they are dying to get one back, so I have about 4 more to send still…

Cards from my Group 4 so far…
Postcards from the “International List”…

10 – Back at work again, after a couple of days working at home with a cold, on Thursday, I had to take samples for microbiological testing, over to the labs at Luddenden Foot, and driving back home across the moors, I stopped to photograph this particular landscape, which fascinates me. At the centre you can see strips where the heather has been burned off to let the grass grow through for the sheep, creating a linear pattern at odds with nature. I painted this scene several times for the Postcard Poetry Festival and this day, the clouds were scudding across, throwing different parts of the view into shadow…

Another photo, top left, from which I made three different paintings


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Opposites

Black and white
surely opposites?
Yin and Yang
perfectly nested
complete a circle
no mixing, no grey areas

White light is a mixture
of all the colours
whilst dark is the
absence of light
light’s shadow friend
inseparable

For as long as stars
burn bright with light
and there are objects
arrayed to block the light
then there must necessarily
be shadow until
all the stars go out

When we paint we
use chiaroscuro to
bring our canvasses to life
light and dark to throw
our subjects into relief
to shade them – then we see

that shadows are not
universally dark but
illuminated by reflection
of the light from other objects
whose colour has sucked dry
those hues that are not it’s to own

Yellow swallows everything
that we do not deem yellow
and reflected into neighbouring
shadow – a hint of gold
will now suffuse the shade
making it less than black

Nowhere is free from
scattered light and so
no white nor black
are wholly pure
Yin and Yang
a pure conceit

Shadows are shades
of other colours who
are merely filters that
absorb some wavelengths
reflect back the rest
to our miraculous eye

Watercolourists work
with transparent hues
whilst oil painters apply
solid, light-absorbing paint
and TVs shine out light
and print must duller be

We swim in a milieu
of light and filters
making shades of hues
and dappling shadows
with subtle colour – we are all
in reality, impressionists…

© Andrew Wilson, 2025

Over at dVerse Poets Pub, Grace is hosting Open Link Night when you can post a poem of your own choosing. This one was written for the monthly poetry group at my local library, a small and distinctly analogue group whose subject this month was Opposites…

Finding Happiness

The pursuit of Happyness
is not a straightforward path
signposted clearly for each of us
to follow to our heart’s content

Stumbling on happiness
is nearer the mark – a series of
Happy Accidents amidst the
inevitable unhappy stumbles

One person’s happiness
is another’s purgatory
so distrust universal guides
like The art of happiness

Happiness cannot be regulated
and a Ministry of utmost happiness
would never dare be adopted by
any government for fear of failure

to meet the metrics and achieve even
More happy than not let alone promise
a triple locked happiness
quota for all…

Happiness is a choice asserts
Neil Kaufman but try telling that
to one who is not
Stumbling on Happinesss

and can happiness be described
without reference to it’s opposite
The Happy Prince is a tale that
will leave you moved to tears

So when you find your own source of
happiness, don’t proselytise for it
to be universally adopted but
carry your flame wrapped in your heart…

© Andrew Wilson, 2025

Over at dVerse Poets Pub, Punam – paeansunplugged in PoeticsUncategorized, invites us to write about Happiness and offers a series of titles which we may choose to use one or more of – not wanting to make any of the authors feel left out and unhappy, I went for all of them…

1.The pursuit of Happyness by Chris Gardener

2. Happy Accidents: A memoir by Jane Lynch

3. The ministry of utmost happiness by Arundhati Roy

4. Stumbling on happiness by Daniel Todd Gilbert

5. The Happy Prince by Oscar Wilde

6. The art of happiness by the Dalai Lama

7. More happy than not by Adam Silvera

8. Happiness is a choice by Neil Kaufman

Health Conscious…

Give me not statins
those white little pills
give me good greens
let me not eat too much red meat
whose production decimates
our blue marble planet
white meat takes a lesser toll
I will not eschew the yellow yolks
of eggs and go full vegan
limited to the orange, brown
and greens of lentils
the gold of grains the
white of rice and others
of the blond grasses
but let me sway more
in their direction
– to healthy balance
whatever colour that is…

© Andrew Wilson, 2025

Over at dVerse Poets Pub, Laura Bloomsbury in Meeting the Bar: Critique and Craft, invites us to write a poem with a colour motif and optionally, an Imagist poem.

  • take one or more literal colours (not a fancy colour name)
  • repeat the colour word(s) throughout the poem (e.g. refrain; anaphora, epistrophe)
  • use colour synonyms
  • employ colour with its specific meaning to the poem’s theme
  • let your colour motif(s) also become symbolic
  • Your poetry style is optional but you may want to experiment with Imagism. If so these are the guidelines:
  • Use language of common speech. direct and economical, using common words and phrases.
  • Embrace free verse. Disregard poetic meter but rather, focus on the rhythm of your phrases
  • Your choice of subject should reflect real life

The Last London Smog…

Three years before I was born, my parents drove to London only to be wrapped in the yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes, the last London smog – born of ten million coal fires insinuating their smoke into the streets and passageways and parks – those lungs of the metropolis – fog turned to smog -mixing its sulphurous poison with fumes from the growing tide of motor vehicles to burn the lungs of the pulmonarily challenge – trees recoiled and people died…
A fog so thick my mother had to walk in front of the car waving a torch – a fog that recalls Dickens’ opening to Bleak House, and at least there weren’t motor cars in his day, but this twentieth-century fog too far, sealed the fate of future smogs by ushering in The Clean Air Act and the advent of smokeless fuel…

© Andrew Wilson, 2025

Police officer with a flare. Source: Public Domain. From The Story of the Great Smog of London

Over at dVerse Poets Pub, Björn Rudberg (brudberg) in Prosery, invites us to write a piece of poetic prose in exactly 144 words to include a line from T.S.Elliot’s poem “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” – “The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes”. This recalled for me, one of my Mother’s stories about driving to London in 1952 and encountering the last great London smog…

07 September: Ten Things of Thankful

Ten things for which I give thanks this week…

1 – Our Olive tree seems to have set the majority of flowers – whether they turn into lovely black olives remains to be seen but there are far more, potentially than last year…

2 – We were loaded up more or less according to schedule to depart for our holiday in Cornwall – and no, there is no kitchen sink in there…

3 – Grateful to our neighbour opposite for agreeing to water the garden (containers) whilst we are away – the Rhubarb is the bellweather – I hav e never tried to grow Rhubarb in a pot before and it has grown so much this year, after already being repotted once, that I think it will need an even larger pot for next year. It started from a fragment of plant that came away with a stalk I picked two years ago! It has wilted several times with this years heatwaves but has perked up within the hour after being watered…

4 – Gratefull not to have been travelling an hour earlier when a serious accident happened en route for the motorway at a place where, stuck in the queue waiting for it to be removed (took another hour) we could do nothing but chat to other drivers and I took this picture of the landscape. There was no alternative to waiting, no lanes that could be used to bypass the incident – es la vida…

5 – Glad to have been once more passing surely the best motorway service station, possibly in the world! Looking like some ancient megalithic structure embedded in the landscape, this service station is a Farm Shop selling amazing artisan breads and cakes, fruit and wholefood goods. I bought a Sourdough loaf which will last our first week on holiday, apples and a Pistachio cream filled Croissant…

Even the Fuel Station is different from usual…

6 – Glad that this is the season of native English apples and here is my favourite a Discovery apple. The intens red of the skin permeates the flesh inside – and the taste – well, this is to other apples as Champagne is to other wines! Sadly, supermarkets favour apples that last longer (at the cost of less taste) and have their supply lines set to a steady flow of foreign apples – so all the more reason to savour English apples when they are in season and you can manage to find them…

7 – We arrived at 9 o’clock at night after an epic 12 hour drive and this is the little garden at the back of the static trailer. The approach to it is not very prepossessing – a building site! But the accomodation is nice if bijou and there is a stream flowing alongside which gives a constant gurgling soundtrack…

8 – On the other side of the wall is a disused China Clay drying works since we are on the outskirts of St. Austell, Cornwall, where china clay mining has been an industry for a long time supplying clay for uses from toothpaste to glossy paper…

9 – It is raining this morning but we are on holiday so es la vida! (That’s life!) We shall just relax and go with the flow…

10 – We had chip butties for lunch yesterday – how decadent is that!

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