Yet More Voices of Herefordshire
By John Wood
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Herefordshire is famous for red-faced cattle, ancient castles and churches, cider, music, hops, and poetry. Here the Black Prince learned his fighting skills against the unruly Welsh, but the quiet rural county lies now peacefully between the Radnorshire Black Mountains and the Malvern Hills, and has been largely undisturbed since the English Civil War. This recent collection of serious and humorous short stories and poems commemorates Kate Jones - an outstanding teacher of creative writing. It is the third book of Herefordshire Voices written by her close group of friends and pupils.
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Yet More Voices of Herefordshire - John Wood
YET MORE VOICES OF HEREFORDSHIRE
An Anthology of Poems and Short Stories
by the Barnabas Writing Group
Editor John Wood
Published by Woodavens Books at Smashwords
Copyright 2014 John Wood.
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A TRIBUTE TO KATE JONES
by Paul Young
This little book is a tribute to the memory of Kate Jones from the members of a writing group which, for more than two decades, met weekly under her leadership and direction throughout the winter and spring of every year. She was a woman of great good humour, firm friendship and deep insight. She enlarged the lives of all who knew and worked with her and she is sadly missed by us all. The short pieces which follow were largely inspired and created under her leadership and kind guidance, and many began as pieces of weekly homework which we hoped Kate would select to read out in class. We have put them together to help us fix memories of our time together and to show great gratitude for her life and friendship, but with perhaps just a little trepidation, knowing that somewhere in heaven she will affectionately be marking us all with red ink.
The short stories and poems of this anthology follow the earlier collections - Voices of Herefordshire
in 1994 and More Voices of Herefordshire
in 2003.
Names of contributors to Yet more Voices of Herefordshire
appear in the Contents. For several years the class has met on a Thursday morning in St. Barnabas Church Hall, Venn's Lane, Hereford.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
In Weobley Church by Elizabeth Rumsey
My House by Romayne Peters
Misty Morning by Jill Lawson
Buying a Carpet in India by Ann Foley
Thought for the Day by Helen Beach
Home Sweet Home by John Wood
First Footing by Peter Holliday
Tree Pearls by Jean Heaven
Reasons to be Cheerful by Faith Bellamy
The Revolting House-Wife by Faith Bellamy
An Absent Friend by John Wood
Back to School by Jennifer Budd
The Artist's House by Elizabeth Rumsey
The Dreamer by Jill Lawson
Too Much Black by Helen Beach
The Fete by Jill Lawson
The Retreat by Wilma Hayes
A Baker’s Dozen by Bronwen Wild
A Psalm for the Senses by Jill Lawson
Smithers by Peter Holliday
War in Abertaled by Haydn Lloyd
Next of Kin by Jim Valdez
Tale of Two Loves by Jill Lawson
You Remember Jenny by Paul Young
Blues by Peter Holliday
The Seat of Idris by Ron Roberts
Slow Moving Hereford by John Wood
Hoot of Hate by John Wood
A Most Unusual Woman by Ann Foley
Rainbow in the Sky by Romayne Peters
Two Umbrellas by Paul Young
A Tale of Old Herefordshire by Faith Bellamy
Salad Days by Jennifer Budd
A Mirror by Romayne Peters
The Veiled Lady by Romayne Peters
A Day for Ducks by Gill Clifford
Oddments Drawer by Jill Lawson
My San Jose Home by Dot Ellison
3 AM New Years Day 1998 by Paul Young
Appreciation by Jill Lawson
Easter by Louisa Boughton
The Word by Romayne Peters
Six Women - 1940 by Wilma Hayes
Beginnings by Romayne Peters
Attachments by Bronwen Wild
Dragons by Helen Beach
Hill Farm by Peter Holliday
Renewal by Haydn Lloyd
Growing Old by Jill Lawson
Salad Days by Jill Lawson
Late Summer Sun by Jennifer Budd
The Kindness of Sergeants by Jim Valdez
In Memoriam by John Wood
A Tree of Delights by Ann Foley
The Wind by Jill Lawson
Top Drawer by John Wood
Home by Jill Lawson
Mixed Emotions by Faith Bellamy
I wish I were a Wiggly Worm by Jennifer Budd
Time by Romayne Peters
Eve and the Apple by Paul Young
Food by Louisa Boughton
On Passing my old Home in the Rain by Paul Young
Things my Mother Said by Wilma Hayes
Family Life by Bronwen Wild
Collecting the Male by Haydn Lloyd
Crow by Peter Holliday
Haikus by John Wood
Calvus et Calvinesta by Paul Young
The Name by Ann Foley
Remembrance by Ann Foley
Overboard by John Wood
Late Autumn Sonnet by Jill Lawson
Paths of Love by Romayne Peters
Bed Time Stories for Boys by Faith Bellamy
Wind Band by Jennifer Budd
Snow by Louisa Boughton
Close Shave by Wilma Hayes
Redemption by Bronwen Wild
Homage to the Eternal Woman by Haydn Lloyd
Mixed Doubles by Ann Foley
Unregarded Blackbird by Paul Young
A Meeting of Minds by Bronwen Wild
Sfumato and the Mona Lisa by John Wood
Wuff Trade by Haydn Lloyd
Snapshots of Love by Elizabeth Rumsey
Goodbye from Kate by Dot Ellison.
IN WEOBLEY CHURCH
FOR KATE
by
Elizabeth Rumsey
Earth, earthed. Foundations
Of memories and prayers.
Here we stand,
hands cupped in expectation.
Will some elusive echo
sound within our ears,
Lift us on that eagle’s wings
to sing and praise the elusive God?
Stone faces and armoured knights
stare through the years,
Peering up at this new generation .
Like us they strained to fly
With the angels,
join those swallows in the sky.
We feel a deep thankfulness.
MY HOUSE
by
Romayne Peters
My house has many windows
Yet none look out to sea.
So sandy dunes and ocean swells
Are only imagined by me.
My house hasn’t much of a garden,
A few shrubs and a favourite tree,
My Rowan, bright russet in autumn
A delight for all to see.
My house may mean nothing to others
They who travel the world to see.
I do not roam. Why should I
When home’s the best place to be?
Of course visitors come
And I love them to stay
Though my home’s not quite mine
Till they’ve gone away.
My home may have certain shortcomings
Life’s lonely but at least I am free,
It’s just good to live in my own space
It’s my home and suits me.
MISTY MORNING
by
Jill Lawson
Inside in Technicolor, the book is red, the carpet green,
The duvet on my bed is sprigged with varied hues, it seems
That every shade and hue is present in this place of dreams.
While outside, on an Autumn morning all is grey;
The gentle dawning of a new born day is monochrome.
Leaves merge into a single blur, there is no view
Beyond the next door’s fence, still wet with dew.
I cannot hear the birdsong with the windows closed.
Yet they composed a plainchant as they posed
On telephone wires, a minim each;
Here, with my book and tea in easy reach,
I am cocooned from the rigours of the day.
But in my haven-nest, away at present
From the demands that day will bring.
The mixed blessings of the postman’s offering,
The pain and portent of the paper’s pages,
Recession and redundancy and wages
Inadequate to meet real or imagined needs,
The constant battle with encroaching weeds.
But this illusion that began the day will fade,
The sun will burn away the morning mist;
And give us (please Lord) one more golden day, sun-kissed,
When what once seemed so colourless and drear,
With glow with Autumn colour bright and clear,
The thrush will sing with cheerful repetition,
Robin come to share my morning coffee,
A crumb of hospitality.
Life has been good to me!
And I will take the grey days with the gold,
Continue to rejoice though growing old.
BUYING A CARPET IN INDIA
by
Ann Foley
You must buy a carpet when you go to India. We are in Cochin in Kerala, South India. It is rather out of the usual way. This morning we have been to St. Francis Church, which is a fifteenth century Portuguese/Dutch church, Cochin Fort and the Jewish Synagogue. Our guide now stops outside a Government Emporium where he advises us that the goods in the store are all guaranteed and the prices are very good. Reluctantly we get out of the car and are introduced to an attractive young Indian who takes us straight to the carpet warehouse.
We tell him as kindly as possible that we do not want a carpet. He charmingly says Of course not, but I show you anyway. Let me show you how they are made.
We feel churlish; there can’t be any harm in seeing how they are made. Our first mistake, but so difficult to say No
.
We see a mock-up of the start of a carpet, the many strings involved, the warp and the weft, and he tells us how a child sorts the different silks and every pattern is quite unique.
I notice our man has hazel eyes and wears a western-made pink shirt with the sleeves rolled up and designer jeans. An assistant serves us cinnamon-flavoured tea in glass cups and we are made to sit down and look at the many carpets for sale. We say again We do not want one
.
Then he says Of course not, but what carpet colours would possibly suit your house?
John looks at me. I look at our carpet seller and say None of these would suit our house in England but since you insist, coral colours would be good with blue, possibly
and I make my second mistake.
This is difficult for him but he finds us one and rolls it out. Then another, then another. We say again we do not want one. I am thinking of my new kitchen extension at home, we are saving up for that. I try to explain to him. He has very good English and a charming way.
He says Of course not, but if you could have only one of these carpets, which would it be?
John looks at me. We tell him again we do not want one, but since you ask – that one! This is our third mistake, but if he put a knife to my throat and had John’s arm in a Half Nelson, we would have gone for a dark blue carpet with complicated lozenges and touches of coral.
He now gets out his pocket calculator and after lots of tapping he says 886. That sounds pretty good to us if that is rupees. He tells us that is in pounds. We say, yes that is a good price but we don’t want a carpet! He says Wait a minute, I make another price.
Again the clicking of the calculator. John and I are squirming in our seats. Our guide and driver are nowhere to be seen. The next price is £663. We say again, the carpet is lovely but no we do not want it.
He tells us his family is in Kashmir. They have been allowed the use of this building to sell their carpets. It is very hot and he mops his brow. He is getting nowhere.
John looks at me with a query in his eyes. I shake my head. No, we don’t need this carpet. Where would we put it? Our charming Kashmiri mops his brow