Remembered HillsPosted: June 2, 2016
I don’t recall having been asked to write a poem for a specific occasion before (I did once get asked to read my poetry at a wedding, in what turned out to have been the erstwhile home of Tennyson..I remember thinking that he must have been spinning in his grave!!) – so it was both honouring ,and daunting, to be asked to write for the wedding of two friends. They gave me some key words and I gave them this poem. I hope they like it. And I hope they enjoy long life and great happiness….
Remembered Hills – for Christine and Peter, on your wedding day, 2nd June 2016.
the hills above Black Patch farm
bore witness to our- breath taking – change of heart.
Dancing beneath the moon
smiling serenely above,
wine swung whirls, tenacious twirls,
‘if music be the food of love:
The snowdrops saw love take hold,
and bluebells nodded sagely in fields,
bounded by lakes,
as we fell forward to one another.
The sea sweetly sighed and sang for us as
we wandered together
beached, sand dusted, hand held to each,
the other, entrusted.
Old Harry Rocks gazed upon
as benignly cliff side gulls
wheeled and whirled apparently,
altogether well disposed as ,
word finely, precise, perceptive
you proposed – and I accepted.
magical places sacred spaces.
Here and now we do avow,
remembered hills our testimony,
Then sing; for love does indeed,
Marc Mordey – an absent friend, but with you in spirit. MAY 2016.