Two Poems from Marc Mordey
Marc and his wife have lived in West Wales since April 2005. Besides Marc’s involvement with the charitable and public sectors, he has a keen interest in creative pursuits, and has two collections of poetry: Rewarded by Dolphins and Marcism Today.
His says his poems are inspired by his relationship with his wife, Helen Carey (a successful novelist), the landscapes they have lived in recently, and their many travels around the world.
Others have said of his poetry:
“Your poetry calmed and relaxed me. Your pure expressions of love for life and those dear to you are refreshing and remind me of what is important in this world…”
“Marc, your poems are brilliant, you cover so many emotions, they are funny, romantic and deeply meaningful…”
Marc says of these poems: “They are offered as small songs, tiny tokens of hope. Poetry doesn’t cure, but maybe it offers balm. The first was written just now. The second is an older refrain, after a glorious walk in the woods, with Helen, Phoebe and Maisie.
“Thanks for reading these. Please feel free to share. And whoever you are, wherever in the world you are, I hope you and yours stay safe, stay well and that the months ahead will bring new hope, new realisations and that, as a species, we grasp the possibility that what we learn from all this might help us to make real and lasting change.
“Go well, friends.“
MARCH 20TH 2020 by Marc Mordey
Spring blew in today –
washing line cloud scudded
the breeze blistered
a touch cold-blooded.
Two siskins, freshly arrived
tanked up on niger seed.
Daffodils soared skyward,
snowdrops still unbowed,
grape hyacinths abound
and the first forget-me-nots
shyly stepping forward
gentian washed aloud.
The box hedge took no heed.
Our land, our world
is gripped by fever
the animal that roared.
There’s darkness, sadness, grief
and loss abroad
whilst change is in the air.
Amidst the early signs of growth,
degrees of illness and despair.
But, the grass will grow
the wind will blow
the moon will rise
the sun will shine
despite the rain and hail.
People come, and likewise go
but nature must prevail,
and we must help it do so.
Hera will buzz the walls and lanes
with little fuss
unaware of our travails.
And, to quote this poet
as the blackbirds, robins, finches, sparrows
throng the air
Despite it all
the joy of spring driven things…
SPRING DRIVEN THING (Composed some 10 or so years ago) by Marc Mordey
It’s a spring like day
And we are walking
Three dogs, you and I
In Pengelly woods
Marvelling at the cathedral of trees
Stepping through the quickening stems of wild garlic and of
Bluebells, pushing up promises
There’s a rough bench to rest on
And the chance to sit
Watching the stream slip by
Calling out its spring time song
Water music for the ear
Greened bark and worsened stone
Go gently on the eye
We talk, you’re writing once more
A matter of delight
Whilst spring adopts its rites alike
We recommence our Sunday hike
Kicking up a storm of last year’s leaf fall
Marshmallowed moulded woodland floor
Winter slowly shrinking back
As the new season slides through the quietly opening door.