The Mind Cupboard

 Dear Reader,

I will not be writing much this week as I haven't been feeling very well.  I have high blood pressure which is not good health wise and spent yesterday afternoon in the A&E department of Banbury Hospital.   It was a long wait but worth waiting for as they were very helpful. Gosh, this ageing malarkey is not certainly for cissies as someone said.  

I have put the Mind Cupboard on again as I know it it your favourite of my poems.   I very much like the poem I put on last week " I Call to you".  Try reading it again and see what you think.

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From John Clare   October 31st 1824 in Northants

'Took a walk, got some branches of the spindle tree with its pink-coloured berries that shine beautifully in the pale sun.'

From Gerard Manley Hopkins  October 29th  1873 in Surrey

'Wonderful downpour of leaf;  when the morning sun began to melt the frost they fell at one touch and in a few minutes a whole tree was flung of them; they lay masking and papering the ground at the foot.  Then the tree seems to be looking down on its cast as blue sky on snow after a long fall, its losing, it doing.'

                                                                                    

 The Mind Cupboard

 

 

My mind cupboard overflows

with unwanted debris.

It needs a spring clean.

 

I will brush away the cobwebs

of cheerless thoughts.

Scrub out the stains of childhood.

 

I will replace the brass hooks

corroded with salt tears,

empty all the screams

hoarded through the years.

 

I will replace the accumulated ashes

from the worn shelf-paper,

with virgin tissue.

 

I will chase and catch the wasps,

relieve them of their stings.

I will refill this cupboard

with love, and learnt, brighter things.

 

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With very best wishes, Patricia