Bard's life

My wife's recently published book, Guernsey Legends , has re awakened in me an interest in tales of the supernatural.  Like my country of origin, Guernsey boast s numerous accounts of witchcraft, fairies and ghostly happenings. The megalithic standing stone, La Longue Pierre , can be found about a mile inland from the coast, overlooking Rocquaine Bay in the south-west of the island.   THE GRANITE SHIP Full twelve feet high, La Longue Pierre , a megalithic landmark stone, weathered by time and ocean air, stands, in its own green sea, alone. A granite ship, imposing, tall, with origin beyond recall,  its ghostly shape casts off at night with grim cadavers for its crew. The primitive, long-dead shipwright that placed it here has left no clue as to its purpose, to what end ... what matter now, one might contend. On certain nights, old legend tells, an eerie luminescence glows, voices are heard, whistles and bells, while figures move in serried rows up the gangplank, alon...

I've recently added a new word to my vocabulary ... vernissage , meaning a reception at a venue for an arts event that's about to take place. The word's origin is French: its literal meaning is 'varnishing' and refers to the day before the opening of an exhibition that was traditionally reserved for the artist to varnish his paintings. Nowadays it's an opportunity for invited guests to mix and mingle ahead of the public opening of an arts event. Hence the glass of red wine and lively conversation I enjoyed at the opening of the Guernsey Literary Festival, a four-day extravaganza of culture and art that's due to become an annual event. This photograph was taken by Chris George, the island's finest photographer, whose extraordinary images of Guernsey enable even the most jaded of us to see our island as though for the first time and fall in love with it all over again. You can find many more of Chris George's Festival pictures by clicking on the link...

Is there such a thing as true silence and would it drive us mad if we found ourselves immersed in it? Even in the most remote places there is subtle music to be heard: a keening wind, bird song, whispe ring grasses... Such things help keep us sane . HARP-SONG A rat nests in a sheep’s rib cage, alert: life in a lifeless place. Stunted trees bend, where harsh winds rage, resistant, like the sturdy race of men whose sheep stand, like white stones, on this land no man truly owns. We crossed the plain, with boots and packs, to find the dolmen, picnic there. The sun, at noon, upon our backs, warmed our pale skin, wind swept our hair. I held you then as you loved me. Sheep watched uninterestedly. Today, sun bleaches stones and bones. Young sheep graze where those others stood. Around gnarled trees a wind still moans  and teases music from warped wood that rises endlessly above ... haphazard harp-song for lost love.

I’ve recently returned from Cambridgeshire, an interesting part of England that I had never previously visited. It has much to commend it. At one point, I stumbled on a small, rural church tucked away in a clearing just off a narrow road and surrounded on three sides by meadows. A side door was open so I was able to go in and, as I always do on such occasions, thought of Betjemin and Larkin, those secular saints whose church poems so impressed me when first I read them. COUNTRY CHURCH   It feels intrusive, stepping in through the arched door uninvited. Money in the collection tin, a pound coin, appears to right it. I look about. The church seems small: not thirty feet from wall to wall. No stained glass here, no bleeding Christ, just  hymn books, hassocks, modest pews. In this place, such things must suffice to promulgate the Gospel news. The congregation, I suppose, shrinks week by week and never grows. Preponderance of tweedy suits, of wives in self-effacing hats, an absence...

A s part of th e for thcoming Guernsey Literary Festiva l , poet Jane Mosse and painter Frances Lemmon will be talking about th ei r exciting shared - publication, Guernsey Legends , a bewitching brew of poetry, folklore and vibrant images. Launched by Blue Ormer last month, Guernsey Legends promises to be one of the most successful publi cations to date from this young and dynamic company. Jane and Frances will be appearing at the Guille Alles Library on Thursday 10th May at 1pm . Admission is free.   Thurs day 10th May (1 - 2pm) at the Guille Alles Library https://guernseyliteraryfestival.com/speakers https://www.blueormer.co.uk/?p=846

Despite a number of false starts, Spring finally appears to have arrived in Guernsey. It provides me with an opportunity to air this short poem. SPRING Green mariners, young leaves soft as skin, are gathering before a tall tree’s mast. A bright, fresh crew, they have a season’s time to learn the ropes. Come September, we will witness their return to port, brown-parchment-skinned, rum-soaked, no wiser than before.