Scatter woods

The heart would were my thoughts unwalled,
Marry to dissolve in the swaddling scape,
Like sap from a tree, the vital spirit dipped

In honeycomb, play host to my lot
That I may reap the harvest in the eternal hour
And drench within to loosen the knot,

A keener joy distilled in the canopy
That draws my breath as if to replenish
The morning dew – resplendent in the tracery,

Rustling leaves mute the silence
And root my tangled feet among the trees
Where shadows espy semblance,

Altered in attendant nature I stood
To quench and dally – copious, to trance
The unbridled tread in the scatter woods,

Like an ancient eclipse that awes the sight
To multiply the plough by the sun and moon
A wooded scape unmasks the day from the night

And baptises the fettered mind into light, Breaking
Through the finest thread of natures original shroud.

 

by Jenny A Jones

 

 

see more Art work in https://www.facebook.com/Northwalesgallery?ref=hl 

Happy St Davids day!

O blest ferment of holy desire
The unforgettable Dewi Sant
Obedient servant of the light
Penescoli of the Isle erudite:
unite
‘Tis March the first be celebrant!

poem extract by Liza M Jones

Happy valentines!

Happy St Dwynwens day! Patron Saint of Lovers

Happy St Dwynwens day!
The sacred promontory: the Isle of Llanddwyn
The rood upon’t, that nod unto the world
Welcomes the penitent or lovelorn kin
Athwart the arm of the Lord:
The arm of the Holy sea, ubiquitous:
Annex of his Kingdom, acclivitous.


A ministry of love crowned in the sacraments of the surf,
Stones of a crown lifted up from the trussed shingles of the seabed,
As a shining ensign upon his land; the fundaments of Jove on earth,
An altar of living stones built up a pious beach head


For those who cease to advance love
Mad zeal would have them descend
Hither like the faithful pilgrim prove
Who seek the Paraclete divine and hearts distend
Heavy in prayer, blend auspicious
In sublunar sphere beauteous.

Extract from ‘Of his glory is Dwynwen’s story’ by Liza M Jones

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 : Ministry in Ascension

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/cross-alight-the-pond-holyhead-jenny-a-jones.html

Death have no covenant over me,
Eternal Son shepherd of divine grace,
By almighty trinity I will be
A mirror of the blameless face.

Eternal Son shepherd of divine grace,
The Holy seed of the trinity,
A mirror of the blameless face
Scribed in thy forehead eternity:

The Holy seed of the trinity,
To turn thee away from iniquities
Scribed in thy forehead eternity:
A seal of patient ministry,

To turn thee away from iniquities
For truth sake, immortality
A seal of patient ministry
Quickened thy flesh in majesty,

For truth sake, immortality
The father of lights,
Quickened thy flesh in majesty
With divine attributes of triunity,
The father of lights -

Begotten Lamb of Glory
With divine attributes of triunity,
Sacrificed by lips of shame to Calvary:
Begotten Lamb of Glory

The awe of Elysian flesh,
Sacrificed by lips of shame to Calvary
Hidden cross of the heart confess
The awe of Elysian flesh;

Lion of soul console,
Hidden cross of the heart confess
I partake in flesh and blood,
Lion of soul console;

Morning Star of salvation,
I partake in flesh and blood,
A disciple of his passion:
Morning Star of salvation,

By almighty trinity I will be
A disciple of his passion-
Death have no covenant over me.
By Jenny Amelia Jones



http://fineartamerica.com/profiles/jennya-jones.html

Haven't written much lately been painting and taking pictures...... BIG WARM♥ED HELLO TO ALL MY ♥WONDERFUL NEW FRIENDS!!

Poem to celebrate St Georges day!

Happy St Georges day!

A worthy of Christian love and worship

Attar of Roses imbue the air, augur on seraphs gallant wing,
The arrival of an archetypal saint, anoint
Emblazoned bleeding cross of truth: standard parchemin
Winnowing…………….Lambs kin
Suffused and glorious bedecked
... Testimony of salvation
On a Stallion, bestride the stars.

Gods breast plate preserves and protects the blest
From poison, crushing and molten fother imprest,
Waxen wounds healing abound, Christs compassion;
………Caressed in the clouds
Betwixt dusk and dawn enshroud
In Heavens sublime sanctifying unction.

Prostrate George
…God doth he laud trust and pray:
‘My nerve sustain, the dragon is slain’
Apostates assembly, fash fare and fie!
……….Astounded be.
The path of righteousness, hewn through his will, behoven
Forsakes not Christ for his own life, avowedly
In his cause to die, martyrdom betoken:

Beheaded he lie, the estate of heaven reclaimed
England’s Saint published and for aye famed.

poem extract by Liza M Jones

Chaucerian roundel poem - Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut

Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut

In the hallowed niche of Penrhos grove, bestrewn

The trail, always evergreen and wildly overgrown

The book of nature turns its page: aspring awoo!

All the birds throng the canopy in mesmeric tune

Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut!

Spellbound the fierce splendour, light imbues

Familiar boughs: squibs of the rainbow festoon;

Inspirit the air and all who come to commune

Aswooning the yellow hue of the daffodil debut!

Chaucerian roundel by Liza M Jones

　



Happy Easter!

The eterne Godhead

Three parts in soul, clay, heart bind

Living manna Christ

Still waters his tears

Deluge replete in dotage

Harbour of refuge

God and clod mingle

Soul, blood and sin are bought

Clay fears death no more

Poem in dedication to St Francis of Assisi: The sermon to my sister birds

The sermon to my sister birds

Like the Shephard with his flock

St Francis of Assisi gives a benignant address;

The cathedral of the skies in thrall, cluster- cloistral

Athwart a quiver, dart hither and thither, muster-mistral

Twittering plumes descending

Leafy turrets athresh the ingress; kindling

In the diocese of boughed and blessed trees;

Whence wise oratories extolling

The glory of God, redound: (Author of created things- astound!)

Wellspring profound, the saint expounds,

His cronicles with holy zeal:

The abundance of his weal

‘Then shall the trees of the wood sing

out at the presence of the LORD,

because he cometh to judge the earth’.

He restoreth the arid streams and firth

Like a garment lapping the bosom of his infinite bay:

Channels of his safe harbour, whence the spring strays

The middle of the valley, tapers to the reaches of tall mountains:

Inaccessible; certes secure, way up high, in the altars of the lord,

Splendid nature, in flourishin’ grove; protection for the young

Each with his mate dwelling among

The canopies, in amplitude: The Mighty enabler

Proclaims this to make ye nobler!’

HIS virtues roused the chattering chorister,

The roost of rawkus Rooks, rise a’riot

The chackling Crows and Starling shrill, reprise

In sweet dulcet chirping of the *Eos Awen, allies

The composition: Commotion: squall and cries,

Stirs the brooding Ravens croak, in oaken aviaries;

Assemblin’ cacophony gives ear: auspices of August patrimony

Intonation a’thundering and chanting devotion, awoke

The sacred breasted robin: imbrued breastplate of the king

The bobbin’ warbling wren: all feathered a’swoonin’-kin.

A turtle-dove with myrtle sprig ascends aloft

Like a cherubim spreads its wings, oft

Abiding in majestic summits toward his eminence;

 The rainbow end whence stars distend in halig pastures:

The Lord’s love transcends all understanding and overtures!

poem by Liza M Jones

*Eos Awen Welsh for 'poetic nighingale'

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

Happy St Davids Day!

 Regale David!

Unveiled design: awed,

Ubiquitous influence don: Christendom

Dewi Sant, Gods holy one of the Brythons:

Destined diocese avowed. ...

In the clod of Cymry, Llanddewi brefi
The root of David’s discourse doth applaud
The Lords augury from the highest altar, stand
A hill risen doth christen the spot of the ‘waterman’
Dewi Dyfyrwr, with dove adorned and be laud.

Diver leagues of sovereign seas, kindled streams
Springs, fountains and floods infused,
All his parts; that form his influence;
Common themes, omnipresence
of God doth guide the whole, appulsed!

Dignitary of Christ sovereignty
A Celestial ministry beckoning in Albion
The visible ecclesi arch betwixt the polis of heaven
Augur augment men; leaven
Spring- sacrum of Saintdom.


poem extract by Liza M Jones

Happy Valentines day!

Lips that lock in bliss:
Oh! Taste that immortal kiss!
Mealed vapours in tryst;
Seamless souls ride the erotic wave:
Tempestuous horizons, they brave.

extract from poem 'How love doth bay' by Liza Jones

Short and sweet Titian tweets

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Butterflies rise Sonnet

HAPPY ST DWYNWENS DAY!
POEM AND ART WORK BY LIZA JONES
(Original photograph COPYRIGHT 2011 Graham A Stephen ... see here http://geotopoi.wordpress.com/2011/11/24/ynys-llanddwyn/

Robin red breast

The robin blessed by Christ, communicate

The steadfast that plucked the pain

From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate;

A crimson flush, from cruel crown, dissipate

The Saviours blood to the bearers reign,
The robin blessed by Christ, communicate
A faithful servant among the masses to proliferate
The adornment of a most sacred gain,
From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate

A chorus in nature to emanate

The message of the saviours’ pain,

The robin blessed by Christ communicate:

A glorious passion for Almighty fate,

Amongst his flock to maintain

From the holy brow, an honoured breastplate

For all creatures to congregate

Throughout the plains Gods’ terrain,

The robin blessed by Christ, communicate

From the Holy brow, an honoured breastplate.

by Jenny Jones

— at Penrhos Nature Reserve

The above is an extract from Nascent Star by Jenny A Jones ..
the poem can be read in full on ..Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/6510200-nascent-star

Poem -The vale of rest

The Vale of Rest is published in the Pre-raphaelite society book, a collection of poems inspired by the Pre-raphaelite artists. The following is an extract from the poem written by JAJones. The book is available at: http://www.lulu.com/shop/serena-trowbridge/pre-raphaelite-poetry/paperback/product-18939081.html

Recount on me…from your perspective
This Vale of Rest, a fathomless scene?
A picture of awe frames the indebted captive
Transcend curious Amaranth your mine to wean:
Stand at the edge times eternal consign:
Prolific time guides every visitation,
This day broods in wistfulness design,
I through you set my sights, smitten contemplation:
The boundless liberty of the mind, faithful restorer,
Redeems summers gaze from a reclining sun
In the ascending evening: nights vapour
Overshadows the vale, submerge wholesome
The fascination like a subterranean pioneer;
Cleave the scene embed the shroud,
Atone sorrows clay to visionary clouds.
 (Extract by Jenny Amelia Jones)