Marc Mordey and a Message of Hope
In keeping with Pembrokeshire.Online’s theme of looking for uplifting items, we asked local poet, part-time shepherd and pirate Marc Mordey what he felt had been good about 2021, he was quick to answer very positively:
“Spending lots of time with my wife, Helen, and Hera, the dog we rescued from a life at the end of a chain in Greece, has been wonderful, and celebrating my mum’s 91st birthday here at home, with family and friends able to join in. We have been seeing a few friends over the year, albeit always in a very well ventilated setting!
My walks on Carningli are wonderful, and I have been making green tomato chutney and drinking our own elderflower cordial.
I have also enjoyed having the time for reading more books, and watching lots of tennis on TV.
Another good thing has been the strengthening of my feeling of association with the landscape and environment of this little slice of paradise and, simply, I have been realising how very privileged and fortunate I am to be able to produce this list and how many more things I could add to it.
What does he hope for 2022?
“Somewhere there’s hope. As per the poem (below), although I find it often all too easy to feel somewhat despairing about the world and the human condition, at heart I am optimistic. There are lots of young (and not so young ) people out there who want to – and will – make effective change.
“Becoming involved with Transition Bro Gwaun is a great way forward They have grants they plan to hand out, which aim to support sustainability, with a really local focus.
“I also look forward to planting more vegetables and seeing our new roses spring into life – (green) fingers crossed!
“It would be good to see more people, but I have to thank my lucky stars for having a roof over my head, food to eat and the love of family and friends.
“Oh and I can’t forget watching Hera our rescued dog enjoy her (much delayed) puppyhood… even though she is rising 13!”
Marc has generously agreed to share some of his poetry with us again. If you would like to read more please go to his blog: https://themarcistagenda.wordpress.com
Somewhere, There’s Hope…
A young writer sits at home
The first novel just a glimpse in the mind’s eye
The pen, flourished.
The paper, anticipating
A Jane Austen for today
Ready and waiting.
Elsewhere, a teenager moodily lifts the guitar,
Strums newly acquired chords,
Maps out phrases, tinkers with words
And a new ‘Blue’ emerges
Blowing the critics away.
As scales are lifted from blinkered eyes
Fresh minted, eager new leaders
(they’ve life experience of climate change)
No longer question
No longer deny
And radical policies
In a home some place
A 100-year-old man
Father, grandfather and much more besides
Breathes out, smiles, gently sighs
Reviewing a long life
Well lived, hard won
And, despite great age,
Not yet done.
In a laboratory far away
A new graduate scientist explores
The microbe kaleidoscoped,
Micro-scoped miracles of life,
Her imagination slides, breaks free
Then, a pause
Before the new formula,
The world-beating solution
In one country
A child reels and spins a home-made hoop
Around a sand-dusted yard.
One young man, cocooned
Navigating his kayaked world,
With snow, ice, cold cracking floes
Seal whirled and polar beared
Life is fun
Though life is hard.
In my dreamed of world
Zealots lay down the gun, the sword
Share faith, philosophy, thought
With believer and non-believer alike
Accepting that seeing life differently
Ought not be seen
As something unacceptable
In a year gone by
We all shared
So much sadness
Such awful pain
Who really cared?
How does one cope?
In a room
A sometime poet
Somewhere there’s hope