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A page and index of Glyn Watkins' poems

A lot of my poems have no title so the first line is used to index.
A lot were also created with a linked graphic. 


A Bass Fairwell. About the bass guitar

2008-2009 Poems

2007-2008 Poems

  • The crooked street Walburgas 07 poem and picture, done for and about the area around my Walburgas West End debut in 2007. (click the big blue Walburgas title graphic at any page top for information about St.  Walburga.
  • The Lining Power.  Christmas 2008 poem and picture. Bradwan Xmas & New Year card 07.



Poems from 2006/07 Most of these poems were on the Homepage in period from Walburgas 06 to Walburgas 07, although some were on the blog, and a few have not been on this site before. 



Poems from 2005/06 Most of these poems were on the Homepage and when I had to shift the 05 Christmas card I banged togeher this page; which is a chicken wire, packing cases and plastic shelter, of the kind found in gone to seed allotments.



This Page.  A selection from my first book, including:

Various postcards and poems

Loopallu 1.  Some of the poems done for my first residency.

Selections from Walburgas forgetting-forgiving

My web builder Roger rightly insists nothing should be on here that can't be read by OCR's, and clear enough to be readable by the partially sighted.  So for most of the pages of Walburgas forgetting - forgiving I need to be write 4 different working HTML versions; thumbnail, medium, large, and text only. 
There will be more imformation about the poems and pictures on here than in Walburgas forgetting - forgiving



Duly a joy


Passing fancies
Passing time
Passing waves
of mis-spelt rhyme
And reasons
In seasons
Of love blinded mime
Coming together
Coming at all
The coming of winter
The knowledge of fall
The burning of leaving
The grip of thy thrall
The melting of meaning
To sweet nothing at all
Smoke it comes duly
A scented soft mist
Or flame lighted pall
My cheek is touch burning
To the heart of the yearning
For the spring of thy summer
And thy warmth burnished call



This poem is on page 30 of the book, and has a title - which is quite unusual for me - but I have no idea when I wrote it, which is not at all unusual for me.  My guess is some time in the early 90's.  This is one of the lost poems, lost in great drifts of sneeze inducing paper.  It is the poem I was second most happy to find again, and it contains some of the few lines of my own poetry I can remember (the paper remembers what I wrote much better than I ever can).  I actually managed to copy out the same lines incorrectly when I wrote them out for this page, but it is fixed now. 
Poem & picture from page 27 of Walburgas forgetting - forgiving. 

Text only version
Massive, and slow to load, version

This poem and picture are on page 27 of Walburgas forgetting - forgiving.  It was a birthday card I did in late 80's or early 90's.  I kept a black and white photocopy of what was, probably, originally a colour picture.  Re-typing the text was simple, but I had to spend a long time with the picture, using both Appleworks and Photoshop Elements.  This jpeg version is slightly different in text/picture size to the Walburgas forgetting - forgiving; and the picture is very different to the version that appearred in the handmade Walburgas; which was, in turn, different from the copy I started with.




Large Shakespeare image
Text of Shakespeare image

Crispin poem to go after Henry V. 
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This poem and image is on page 26 of the book.  It was created, probably in the 90's, for the birthday for someone I fancied, which was on the 25th October, St Crispin's Day. 
Crispin, with his brother Crispinian, were the Patron Saints of shoemakers.  According to my brother's book they were probably Roman martyrs of the 3rd Century whose relics were transfered to France.  They were popular in the Middle Ages, but their fame has faded.  There was a legand that they lived in Faversham, Kent, which would have been well known to Shakespeare's Southwark audience, watching his legand building play about Henry V and the Battle of Agincourt.  10.  3.  2005. 



Fields of Dreams

The boundaries broken
The peeling of walls
Destruction’s grim token
Destruction appals

The press that’s marking
The face of the carer
The mouths that are barking
At knowledge’s barer

The voice’s demanding
The calls on the time
The pleasures remanding
The passing of prime.
BUT
There are motes in the darkening
Catching the shaft of the truth
The light that is harkening
The life that is youth.

The future’s strong trees
Begun with a seed
Of knowledge that frees
From fear and from greed
The turning the clay
The tilling and sowing
The work and the play
The life and the growing
SO
Don’t let the soul cower
Live joyous schemes
And see the love flower
In more fields of dreams



This poem was written about a troubled time and place.  I recently met someone on an early train to Leeds, who not only remebered getting one of the the original cards, but also remebered some of the words.  10.  3.  2005. 



Possibly 2nd Walburas card, with an image on each of 3 lines10.  3.  2005.  3 ears of wheat, a sceptre in a crown,  and a slim hand holding a dripping bottle
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I guessed that this was the second Walburgas Card I did, after laying out the ones I could find in, what looked like, the right order.  The original was black and white I added colour when I ended up putting this poem on the inside cover of the book, which was colour printed so it would have been stupid not to make the whole card image coloured to take advantage
The imagery is based on the symbols associated with Saint Walburga. 
10.  3.  2005. 

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