Earth from Space
You look so beautiful:
putting on your finest face.
...
The Carrot Sonnet
My beautiful, orange, four-legged friend,
not a barking dog, nor a neighing horse:
...
Saint Teresa's Wisdom
(Based on Saint Teresa of Avila's words)
If you have love,
...
Adelard's Tree
(The Allestree Sonnet)
In Allestree, Adelard's Tree stands strong.
...
Never turn back
No Moon that night as the North Sea swelled,
Sending blinding rain in a North-East gale.
...
St. Mary's Sonnet
(Bridge Gate, Derby)
Born from Catholic Emancipation
...
Mackworth Goes To Hollywood
(Film: The Black Shield of Falworth)
The year was 1953:
...
In Derbyshire,
three peaks of Kinder Scout
stand above two thousand feet,
making them mountains by definition.
...
How many years has it taken
for you to look so beautiful?
Borne on wings of angels,
you give life to the stone dead.
...
A carpenter made The Cross
upon which The Carpenter died.
Dead wood that bore the living God.
...
I will always remember
The Baseball Ground:
the blue-brick streets
and the match day sounds.
...
A mischief of magpies,
drunk in my orchard,
feeding on a fermentation
of apples on the ground.
...
Japanese cherry
blossom on gossamer wings
falls from azure skies.
...
Penelope Boothby
(St. Oswald's Church, Ashbourne)
This fragile flower
...
Poet, composer, martial artist and veteran athlete. Martin Ward is a member of the well-known Ward family of Derby that includes the former England footballer Peter Ward; Singer-songwriter Lucy Ward; artist Nicola Ward and Ultra Marathon Runner Richard Ward. Martin Ward won the John Nicholson Prize in 2011 for his poem 'Saltaire at 13 o'clock'. His poetry reflects many interests: Human nature; the natural world; Marathon and fell running; love; history and faith. Has featured in Derbyshire press for his ancestry tracing: Martin is descended from King Edward 1 and the Plantagenets, and is a distant cousin of HM King Charles111, Boris Johnson and Elvis Presley. George Eliot (Mary Ann Evans) is Martin's 2nd cousin 5X removed and George Orwell (Eric Blair) is Martin's 5th cousin.)
An Autumn Elegy
An Autumn Elegy
Turn the season,
golden morn.
Of fragrant mists,
where woodland scents
from under-foot,
infuse the moment
with crushed content.
When other muses
dance in Spring,
or laze beneath
an azure sky,
I feast upon
this ripened time,
intoxicated by your form.
Banquet of all seasons,
I take my fill.
Russet-red
before my eyes,
the pallet-mix
of nature's hand.
Geese squadrons
wedge the door
that lets in winter.
She does not die;
she does not sleep:
this adolescent,
mixed-up child.
Wise as an old man
with stubble chin,
that guards the concrete
smoothness held within.
You beg me
to Remember, Remember;
as if some melancholy
should hold me still.
You are no past lover,
nor transitory soul.
You do not wait
or call me to you.
I gaze as you turn
towards me once again.
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