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The Concise British Flora in Colour<\/strong> Netting the soul I cannot think otherwise than this: <\/p>\n Jenny Hill<\/strong>‘s first collection was Voices of the First World War (<\/em>available on Amazon).\u00a0 Jenny has had poems published in Ink, Sweat and Tears, Orbis, Strix,<\/em> and was winner of the Poetry Society Members’ competition in 2017.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The Concise British Flora in Colour The Reverend W Keble Martin, 1965 Netting the soul of meadow, woodland, towan, with one thousand, four hundred and eighty-six portraits, you travelled the veins of these islands; gathered the common, rare, valued, unloved. Smocked each page with the colours of plain truth. I cannot think […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19419","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19419","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19419"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19419\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19421,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19419\/revisions\/19421"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19419"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19419"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19419"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe Reverend W Keble Martin, 1965<\/em><\/p>\n
\nof meadow, woodland, towan,
\nwith one thousand,
\nfour hundred and eighty-six portraits,
\nyou travelled the veins of these islands;
\ngathered the common, rare, valued, unloved.
\nSmocked each page
\nwith the colours of plain truth.<\/p>\n
\nthat your sermons strode the pews
\nlike wiry stems of oat grass,
\nsowing its whiskered ears
\nover your congregation;
\nthat you captured a marriage
\nwith linked fingers of convulvulus,
\none-day shimmer of pink and white
\nin fierce, unrepentant entanglement;
\nmarked death in the parish
\nwith meadow saffron\u2019s brief shine
\nof sun-gold stamens.
\nAnd lifted, as treasure
\nyour communion cup,
\nthe five-petalled white \u00a0chalice
\nof a dog rose.<\/p>\n