Sonnet for Penrhos

Come marvel in the mirror of my nature.

The haunts of my muse: Penrhos pilgrimage,

 A comely paragon of unspoilt virtue;

 Consort of birds, a biblical corsage to forage;

 Unravel my mysteries in soul woven canopies:

 A breviary amidst the aviary;

 The pious mantles, agleam with a diadem of butterflies

That philtre on guiltless wings: natural topiary.

Liturgical o’flowing paths and passages,

 Idylls of bliss, the moity of souls infuse and blossom

 Clinging kisses; eternal address, succumb advowson ,

 To spousal posies; fragrant ‘thrall, hold thee hostage,

Aswoon in yielding glebe: Holy patronage,

 A bouquet of soul-marriage.

please could you sign my petition to save this inspirational place under threat from developers
http://www.gopetition.com/petitions/save-penrhos-nature-reserve-coastal-park-holyhead-for.html

Poem.....St Andrews Buckland Yew

The great yews council of tenants
Where roots divide the depths
Of every generation, a triumphant

Bed that binds mans footprint
In the pastures of time, divining
Heritage by generations that rent

Pockets of time from Gods acre, dividing
Roots that scribe through the terra,
As moving armies through the earth

Creating history within their flanks, era
Upon era mortality serves to clothe the reign
And swell the clod above and fear a

Prison below; the dark faithless abode
Of the Hecate dead, where death and rebirth
Are embodied in the yews heavy ode:

Dryad totem branch that lies next to death
To carry the spirit through the open door
Where earth primordial wraps the girth,

The great trunk thickens evermore,
Like the ever expanding universe,
Where dark conceives the light to fill the core.

Poem and illustration by  Jenny A Jones