Crocodiled, from primary school,
they wide-eyed in to write a poem.
The cathedral, used to this sort of thing
offered see, hear, touch, feel, in abundance.
Colours: flowers, angels and Jesus
shone for them through stained glass.
Blues, reds, greens and purple
rainbowed on sandstone walls.
Silence sounded for them,
then whispers, prayers and singing.
Muffled giggles and 'shush' sounds
Sandstone columns paraded the aisles,
granting coolness to small hands.
Fingertips traced grit old as
'What do you feel?' asked the poet.
'Happy and safe,' they said.
This wood stretches through a winter’s sleep,
dream-weaving her landscape;
autumn’s crumpled quilt at her feet.
Wakes before her spiky head is leaf-curled
to the squawks of rooks from nest accessories;
nudges bluebells, celandines, wild garlic from her earth.
Parasol parades into summer; shaded
spongy paths absorb feet, reveal her roots.
Hears her stream splash with children.
Sees autumn nights draw in. Tints tired curls
crimson: bronze, gold, for her stormy final fling,
then nakedly stretches for her winter’s sleep.
Pam Moyle lives in rural Cheshire. She is a retired clinical nurse specialising in drug and alcohol dependence. A member of Chester Poets, she won their national poetry competition in 1983. Pam is the co-founder of the Re-Act Drama Group which uses poetry, music and drama to destigmatise mental health issues. She has been published by Peace and Freedom Press, Chester Poets, Poetry Press, Frank Latham's History Books, Cheshire County Council, Cheshire Life and Cheshire Vista.