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Henri Matisse
Figure à l'ombrelle, 1905

Henri Matisse
Figure à l'ombrelle, 1905

First words after Christmas are difficult. Lethargy has us tightly in its grip. Start early and soon, I was admonished with a few to counteract the effect. So, here I am.

Margot, my wife, celebrated a significant birthday on the 19th of December. I have had the custom of writing something on these occasions so I did again this year. I had pause to reflect on our 38 years of knowing each other. What shape would that take in a poem if I could write it, I wondered. There were so many thoughts and so many things to say. In the end, having read Carol Ann Duffy’s wonderful “A Formal Complaint” I took the form, a Sestina, and what follows emerged. I hope you enjoy reading it.

I wish you all the very best for the New Year against all the odds of a spiralling world.

Sestina for Margot

She sits at the keyboard, a talented

pianist, her hands glide in a caring

thoughtful way as she reads the piece, happy

that her fingers still make that lovely

tone and she is able to show a strength

for which she is known and is pleasing.

Evening finds her in the kitchen pleasing

the family with dishes her talented

cooking produces, all the time caring

that the young ones eat well, are happy

on their way to bed, sharing their lovely

kisses and smiles that give her a strength.

As partner and companion she shows strength

of love and affection that pleases

her. He is awed by the talented

life-long friend who continues her caring

of everything. She creates happiness

in such a way that feels rich and lovely.

She makes life long friends who find her lovely

to be with, who marvel at the strength

of their relationships, which greatly pleases

her sense of a good life, to have talented

people around her who are also caring,

who set out to make others happy.

Her mothering created a happy

home for her daughters who were lovely,

funny and delightful, who could reach a strength

of that was especially pleasing being

to their mother who nurtured their talents

throughout their lives in a way that was caring.

Life has not always been very caring.

Events have challenged the core of her happy

being, shredded the fabric of her lovely

way of doing, threatened her inner strength

created a time that was not pleasing,

which she survived because of her talents.

Such a talented, very lovely

partner so pleases, continues to care,

gives strength to their being, makes them happy.

Peter Clarke 

December 19, 2018

Comments

Marguerite Colgan

01.01.2019 09:05

Peter, love this long strong ribbon, rolling out your appreciated companion, talent, caring, pleasing , her talent, her gift of pleasing. Bet she'll be there for many birthdays to see herself again,

Allegra

29.12.2018 20:42

Ahh That's a proper love poem. Dearest Peter and such clever use of the sestina form. Happy significant birthday Margot. and Happy new year to you both. XX

Pearl Marache

29.12.2018 19:04

Lucky women to have these well deserved compliments voiced

Clíodhna

27.12.2018 22:06

Absolutely beautiful! Thanks for sharing this!

Sue Phillips

26.12.2018 18:42

I love this Peter it is a gentle and strong testimony to a wonderful person. The loving, accepting atmosphere you and Margot have created in your home has given me encouragement and belief in life.XS

Rosy Wilson

26.12.2018 17:43

Amazing Peter both poem and person you celebrate so brave to write a sestina not a form Ive ever come to terms with. Im sure Margot was also thrilled with your anthology for her. Seasons greetings

Latest comments

25.11 | 22:15

Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.

07.11 | 11:14

Hi Peter,

A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there

Hugs,

John.x

06.11 | 16:24

A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.

06.11 | 15:59

Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.

In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.

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And What About . . .

 

I have neglected this for far too long, and now it is time again. But what to write about, what poem to share? The world is packed with catastrophic possibilities. Such choices: dementia/genocide colluder or extreme narcissism in the White House; a hung parliament in the UK; the reunification of the USSR with a tyrannical megalomaniac at its head; the eradication of a race by a genocidal government in Gaza; the African continent reduced to bankruptcy and regression to male tribalism; in Ireland, even with an appalling electoral turnout the routing of the far right and Sinn Féin may offer some comfort except we face another FF/FG fiasco. Mother Nature rumbles on its rampage, raging against the human species’ abject destruction of the planet’s habitat. What the . . .

Being facetious right now is my only defence against absolute despair. So read, comment, pass it on, and send feedback.

City Walking and Cycling take 680,000

cars per day off the road

Irish Time Heading


More and more folk, cycling and walking, may 

keep gases from greenhouses further at bay


This newspaper heading illustrates vividly

thousands of cyclists and walkers assiduously 


stopping some cars on their journey

pushing them aside - making drivers quite surly


Mountains of metal - like scrapyards of sculpture

keep bicycle lanes quite safe - at this juncture


The new revolution is well underway

don’t get behind wheels - hear what they say:


Cars and their fumes play a very big part 

the smell is quite phew don’t mention cow farts


Wear out your shoe leather walking

greet travellers with smiles while you’re talking


Force councils to make better spaces

to go out and about roaming those places


where vitamin D, and oxygen from trees

fill our lungs and our brains so we see


how to save us and this magical planet

except for some vicious old tyrants goddammit 


Peter Clarke, 18th March 2024

Haydée Otero