{"id":11090,"date":"2022-06-21T18:23:29","date_gmt":"2022-06-21T17:23:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=11090"},"modified":"2022-06-21T18:24:09","modified_gmt":"2022-06-21T17:24:09","slug":"poems-written-before-and-after-a-trip-to-avebury","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2022\/06\/21\/poems-written-before-and-after-a-trip-to-avebury\/","title":{"rendered":"Poems written before and after a trip to Avebury"},"content":{"rendered":"

A Gift of Windsor<\/strong><\/p>\n

The adored couple stood still on the Long Walk<\/p>\n

Tall and handsome<\/p>\n

\u00a0He was looking over his fianc\u00e9e\u2019s slender shoulders<\/p>\n

At the budding blossom trees<\/p>\n

She in her delicate way was quietly watching<\/p>\n

The Butterflies with the Golden Wings<\/p>\n

As they studied their brilliant reflections<\/p>\n

In the mirrors of the late morning dew\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/span>




<\/p>\n

White Mists<\/strong><\/p>\n

The white mists have cleared<\/p>\n

Your sun now caresses the quiet valley<\/p>\n

Pheasants guard their brittle eggs<\/p>\n

And dream of our summer days<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Ramsbury Ghost Trees<\/strong><\/p>\n

When passing the Ramsbury Ghost Trees<\/p>\n

I am always quite stunned<\/p>\n

By the paleness of their tender limbs<\/p>\n

Only Heaven is aware of this madness<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Avebury on a Spring Day<\/strong><\/p>\n

Never cast a clout<\/em><\/p>\n

Until May is out<\/em><\/p>\n

Or so the old saying goes<\/p>\n

But what luxury it is to walk across ones courtyard<\/em><\/p>\n

Without the need for shoes<\/em><\/p>\n

Or winter garments<\/em><\/p>\n

Amerikan Gothik was running her fingers through the delicate pink blossom of the only tree<\/p>\n

Through the pastel petals she could see the proud stones<\/p>\n

High in the sheep meadows<\/p>\n

Gaspar Becerra was sketching his fianc\u00e9e in light charcoal<\/p>\n

In the morning light the artist
\nPondered over his secret shame
\nBrutal weary and disheartened
\nStill he mused and dreamt of fame\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

He requested that she keep still<\/p>\n

Be still my love nobody or nobody will purchase my daubing\u2019s<\/em><\/p>\n

How may I keep keep still on this day full of beauty?<\/em><\/p>\n

Spring has arrived<\/em><\/p>\n

See we have visitors in the field<\/em><\/p>\n

What do you think they make of us?<\/em><\/p>\n

I do not think they really care<\/em><\/p>\n

They have come to visit the stones<\/em><\/p>\n

Not to spy on an artist and his muse<\/em><\/p>\n

But I am drowning in this pastel tree<\/em><\/p>\n

Will they not rescue me?<\/em><\/p>\n

One should not be rescued from beauty<\/em><\/p>\n

That is a well-known fact<\/em><\/p>\n

They have no interest in us<\/em><\/p>\n

Amerikan Gothik climbed over the low case wall and walked towards the nearest stone<\/p>\n

She hugged it and ran her light hand over its weathered surface<\/p>\n

See I am awakening it from its winters sleep\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

I will hold it in my arms for a few moments more<\/em><\/p>\n

And I shall sketch you loving the piebald stone<\/em><\/p>\n

Spring has arrived and is here to stay
\nThat is my wish until the end of May<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

2018<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A Gift of Windsor The adored couple stood still on the Long Walk Tall and handsome \u00a0He was looking over his fianc\u00e9e\u2019s slender shoulders At the budding blossom trees She in her delicate way was quietly watching The Butterflies with the Golden Wings As they studied their brilliant reflections In the mirrors of the late […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11090","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11090","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11090"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11090\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11092,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11090\/revisions\/11092"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11090"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11090"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11090"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}