Sunny Welsh Morning In June

By skinner_jennifer

Mon, 17 Aug 2015
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16 comments
 

Light memories

often trickle down

through the years,

yet now reminiscences

plummet; cascading...

a rainbow of colours filtering

every corner of my mind as

if it were yesterday...

 

a typical eight year old

was I back then...

drowsy from dreams

of what?

I cannot recall...

long ago

recollections of

Treharris Glamorgan,

 

those lazy mornings buried

in Aunty's starch cotton sheets,

tucked in so tightly no chance

of release...remembering

my pink fluffy cardie

knitted by Mum...

grazed knees from

falling yet again;

 

Aunty Betty's kettle

always on the boil,

there was a regular

cuppa to be had,

her front door never

locked...as neighbours

gossiped, like sheep

they would flock.

 

Such a deep sense

of calm lingered...

time it stood still,

as in the distance from my

open window...the lilting

chuff – chuff of yet another

steam engine as it toot –

tooted on by...

 

closer still...I'd hear

the baaing of large

woolly sheep...basking

in early morning sunshine,

bird song filling my senses

an orchestra of sound,

on that Sunny Welsh

Morning In June.

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Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Lovely captured memories Jenny. Felt like I was there.

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Captures that feeling of warmth and family love that fix treasured memories from childhood, and the sight and sounds and sunshine that were loved. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Art of the Diver on

I remember starched sheets and how they seemed to cling once warmed and formed. This is a lovely piece Jenny, with a great depth of imagery and moving openness, that I too was lucky enough to experience in my childhood days. Well done my friend, a much appreciated share... Rob 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Many thanks for reading Bee and your thoughts too. They certainly were some of the best times.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

yes...you are so right, my Aunty always made us feel so welcome.

Appeciate your comment it means a lot.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Rob,

hope you are doing fine and it's great to hear from you. 

It's nice when someone else can relate to something of your childhood. My Aunty always tucked me in when we stayed with her, she was afraid I'd fall out of bed, so in the morning I'd have to fight my way out, thinking back, it was quite funny and Oh! Those starched cool cotton sheets.

Many...many thanks for reading. I'm grateful for your comment.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Lovely sunshiney poem recalling the past !

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

This is lovely - with you sharing all those early memories with us.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Hilary,

nice to hear from you and thank you so much for reading and the comment which I very much apppreciate.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

really glad you enjoyed this poem, it sums up my childhood memories completely...happy times.

Many thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Jenny this is very beautiful, and I'm so sorry I missed it until now, but it has brightened up my rather dreary, humdrum day with its warmth.  Love it when you say, 'an orchestra of sound'.  It conveys so aptly the mood of the poem, with all its wonderful memories.  So pleased you decided to share with them with us, Jenny, they are as special as this poem issmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you for reading Tina and for your kind words, much appreciated.

Jenny. smiley

 

Submitted by rayjones on

Most captivating imagery, what a wonderful childhood you must have had, thank you for taking me there, a precious treat for heart, eye and ear. Wales sounds wonderfull, I think some of my ancestors come from there, probably never get to see though, makes your poem all the more worthwhile loved it Ray

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello ray,

I'm so glad I could take you to Wales, it certainly is a wonderful place. My Aunty Betty was actually my gran's sister, but I still called her Aunty and so did my cousins. Me and my cousin Jeanie used to put on plays in Aunty Betty's back garden and all the neighbours would come and watch, it was great fun and Aunty would lay on some sandwiches and cake for everyone. HAPPY DAYS THEY WERE.

Many thanks for reading this piece and I do hope you get to see some of your ancestors.

Thank you again for sharing your thoughts.

Jenny.  smiley

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello Jenny,

I don't think Ii shall ever catch up on Dwellers because you are so prolific.  So switching to your poems as I've read a few in the past and liked them.  This was a lovely evocation of childhood.  Can't say much more as  Window  cleaner coming early.  Be back soon.

Moya.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi there Moya,

glad you found this piece evocative, it's nice when you can cunjure up memories.

I've finished writing Dwellers of the New World, so if you want to read, it's there for you to scan at leasure.

Many thanks for sharing your thoughts and I'm so grateful to you for reading.

Jenny. smiley