Maisie, always there.

Maisie was the last dog to be owned by my parents in law, Derek and Rosemary. She became ours following the death of Derek, as ‘Bloss’ was unable to care for her (though Maisie remained a faithful friend and source of pleasure to Bloss ,until the latter’s death)

Maisie was a rescue dog, from Morfa Head. Part collie, maybe some corgi, definitely something speedy in the genes. She strove to be good (except when sneaking on to the forbidden sofa). She loved to bark (though fell silent towards the end) to chase flies, to chase Phoebe! She was almost obsessed with chasing ‘the squeaky’ and hard to get off the chase, until Helen invented “Maisie, 1, 2, 3 ” upon which she would retreat to the bed, or her sofa.

She was brave, faithful and true. There is , for us at least, no shame in mourning the passing of a dog as much as we would a person, for she (they) are truly : Family.

We will miss her.

Maisie – always there

Then…

The walks are getting shorter

The nights longer

(Sometimes I feel like baying at the moon)

A sense of impending separation

Ever stronger.

Swallows and house martins bombarding the September skies

Apples, thickening, ripening

Blackberries bursting

Sloe berries sumptuous

Carningli

Silvered seas

Mountain ash blood berried red

It was, desperately beautiful

This autumn day

She was…

Obsessed with catching flies

A jumper of style

And stiles

White socked

Tanks in the distance trembling

Great Bedwyn bed jumping

(“Get down Maisie”

Bloss’ morning cry)

Ireland swimming

Nearly dying

Whilst we were in Utah

Ever pleasing

And eager to do so

Plucky

Lucky

Running free

1-2-3

And now…

The house is hushed

Stilled

Morfa Head muffled, mourning

The sea silenced,

Jackdaws screaming an unintended lament

A buzzard dips its wings in sun seasoned tribute

The wind whips and stuns the air.

Meet us on the rainbow bridge?

Let’s hope, suppose…

Meantime, ours to cry,

Memories may be the way to cope.

Ours the loss

Count the cost

The severing of the last link perhaps

To Derek, to Bloss

Oh, the heart hammering

The emotions bludgeoned

Battered

“Our little soldier”

…off she goes.

Alcohol Concern | Blog | It’s not about the alcohol! Helping communities to drink more healthily

How do you get ‘ordinary’ social drinkers thinking and talking about alcohol? Probably not by talking to them about alcohol… Andrew Misell looks at the legacy of the Communities Together project.
— Read on www.alcoholconcern.org.uk/blog/its-not-about-the-alcohol

This is neither poetry, nor photography, but it’s a piece about the work I was privileged to be involved with for some three years or so, and I want to share the learning as widely as possible.

Remembering Derek.

This poem was written a few years ago now. But today is the 14th anniversary of the death of Derek Beazley. A lovely man. Cherished and honoured. Derek, this is for you.

(Photo of Carningli by MM)

 
Ten years on
You are remembered,
Cherished memories.
Perhaps ethereal ?
Substance, somehow , immaterial.
Yet,
Your cairn still stands solid,
The view sweeping Nevern,Newport Bay
and into the great blue yonder.
The gorse whispering,
Catapulting
Honey dripping scents
Across mudded marsh,
Rocks streaked and grey,
And heather
Impervious to grazing
Imperious with weather.
Ever the day,
The green backed mountain
Bowling skywards away.

The sea stumbling over Cat Rock
Cat calling gulls
Wind wards sailing.
Larks rising in harmony,
Carningli too,
Cloud ridden and proud.
The ghosts
Iron aged
Must have gazed in wonder
When you emerged
Uphill riding
November misted
Your dogs, ponies
Unerring horse sense,
Picking your way along the paths
The bridle way swarthed and steep.
And now?
No more miles for you
” Before you sleep, before you sleep.”

Sometime farmer, gardener
Mountain man and guide,
Hotelier, meeter, greeter
So much more beside.
Husband, companion,
Fond father with the
Laconic film star drawl.
Startling grandchildren by
Jumping
Wolf like
From behind the wall.

You were Everyman
Welcome friend
And
“Speed the parting guest”
Now departed, yes
But ever shining steady
Amidst
The brightest
And
Amongst the very best.