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

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

　



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

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)