Posts By Davy D
Welcome to this week’s edition of Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 4th of December 2017 on Red Kite Radio.
Winter (at least the calendar Winter) has arrived in the UK. In today’s programme we read and discuss Davy D’s poem Winter, as well at looking at five amazing facts about Winter and snow that you may not have heard.
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She dropped in last night.
It had been a while.
I missed her at first,
too busy slaying dragons
in the Kingdom of Nod.
Her calling card of white blankets and
grey sky fire the child in me.
Visions of snowball fights
And snowmen draw me outside.
Her icy breath coats
My throat and nostrils.
In the surrounding silence
She pulls me to the floor,
Arms and legs move like Angels.
We play for hours,
until her burning touch
forces me away.
Green pools appear
on her silken dress.
She starts to withdraw.
Frantic, I grab what remains.
© Davy D 2017
Welcome to this week’s edition of Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D recorded on the 27th of November 2017 on Red Kite Radio.
With Autumn coming to and end in the UK and Winter approaching, we look at the poem Autumn Violets, by Christina Rossetti. The poem reflects on how everything has its place, with Violets being flowers of the Spring.
Christina Rossetti is regarded as one of the greatest English poets of the 19th Century. Her most famous poem, A Christmas Carol, will be sung all over the world throughout Christmas. Placed to music by Gustav Holst in 1906, the song version was titled, In the Bleak Midwinter.
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Keep love for youth, and violets for the spring:
Or if these bloom when worn-out autumn grieves,
Let them lie hid in double shade of leaves,
Their own, and others dropped down withering;
For violets suit when home birds build and sing,
Not when the outbound bird a passage cleaves;
Not with dry stubble of mown harvest sheaves,
But when the green world buds to blossoming.
Keep violets for the spring, and love for youth,
Love that should dwell with beauty, mirth, and hope:
Or if a later sadder love be born,
Let this not look for grace beyond its scope,
But give itself, nor plead for answering truth—
A grateful Ruth tho’ gleaning scanty corn.
Christina Georgina Rossetti:
Artwork: © Danny D 2017
He loved how the wind dragged the balloon seller down the High Street, running alongside getting lost in his bubbling rainbow.
He wanted pink – always pink. Pink was for girls. He got blue. On birthdays, Action Man green.
He marched with his green balloon along Parade Street. A special boy on a special day. He couldn’t see any other boys with green balloons.
He cut a sad figure as he waved goodbye and his balloon melded into blue sky. He thought he was the strongest boy in the world. The wind was stronger.
He cried 47 tears.
He turned and caught his reflection in Marks and Spencer’s window. Forty years on, the balloon seller and the child were gone.
He knew it was time to let go.
© Davy D 2017