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Wistaria Welter
23 Monday May 2022
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10 Monday Jun 2019
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31 Friday May 2019
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Adlestrop, chicory, Edward Thomas, Evenlode, Gloucestershire, Jane Austen, Napoleonic Wars, Syrian refugees, wistaria
Adlestrop Church
Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart
The Post Office is closed; a flyer pokes
out of a letter-box; thin rivulet
trickles down a bridleway, aiming for
the Evenlode. A profusion of blue
chicory shivers in the breeze. The church,
sanctified by its topiary cross –
reminiscent of Jane Austen’s necklet
which she wore as she left the rectory
on merciful missions to village poor –
stood firm during Napoleonic Wars.
Its roof vault is as azure as that sky
the poet contemplated on his brief halt,
when his depression lifted on hearing
birdsong, which trilled above the hiss of steam.
From trenches, could he see that cloudless square?
When someone failed to set the station clock,
did Time itself revolt at what would come?
Could we also be on the brink of war?
Yet pale Wisteria seems to conquer
fear and heraldic tulips blazon hope.
A yellow poster in the bus shelter
promises that all money raised
from a talk on Edward Thomas will fund
Syrian refugees – will help those ‘wontedly,‘
or wantonly, driven out of their homes.
Who will attend? Some wealthy weekenders?
Thomas never actually made it here,
although his spirit is ubiquitous.
Pervasive silence invites us to pause,
in the name of Poetry and Beauty,
before all clocks are permanently stopped
and there are no more birds in Gloucestershire.
30 Wednesday May 2018
Posted Architecture, History, Horticulture, Nostalgia, Photography, Summer
in15 Friday Sep 2017
Posted Arts, Horticulture, Literature, Nostalgia, Poetry, Relationships, Romance, Writing
inBack to The Tale of Genji and another choka:
The wormwood unpruned
and the bullrushes thickened;
bindweed chokes the gate;
brambles deter thieves, while dust
settles in the hall.
Outside tree spirits,
now emboldened, break cover.
Though neglected, she keeps faith.
The Prince passes by;
detects familiar scent:
the wistaria!
Her stoicism
lends her added dignity;
her defects seem diminished.
12 Tuesday May 2015
Posted Horticulture, Nature, Religion
inA re-blog, as every year I get a kick out of
seeing the magnificent wistaria at the entrance
to The Cathedral Close in Winchester:
WAITING FOR THE WISTARIA
Waiting weeks for wistaria’s welter
of tendrils, to titivate Prior’s Gate;
to flourish its purple helter-skelter
ear-rings. For Winchester, it seems quite late;
elsewhere trailers blossomed against bright brick
facades, yet soon their petals will be spent.
But this one saves its special party trick
till last-like choice Cana wine, heaven scent.
26 Sunday May 2013
Posted Horticulture, Poetry, Religion, Suttonford, Writing
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Hi! It’s Candia again. No, I’ve not been in hibernation, but could
have been excused for refusing to emerge from the duvet, with all
the recent rotten weather.
Went down to Wintonchester today, to soak up some sun and I came
across my old friend: the wistaria growing over the entrance to The
Cathedral Close. It reminded me of the poem that I wrote nearly
twenty years ago, when I first moved into the area. I had seen an
engraving of Prior’s Gate in an old book in a charity shop more than
three hundred miles away from the city and the ancient shrub was
featured . I immediately bought the book and determined that I
would live in the vicinity of such an impressive portal.
That first winter I waited for the gnarled creeper to blossom. When it
did, I felt that I had come home.
WAITING FOR THE WISTARIA
Waiting weeks for wistaria’s welter
of tendrils, titivating Prior’s Gate,
to flourish its purple helter-skelter
ear-rings. For Winchester, it seems quite late;
elsewhere trailers blossomed against bright brick
facades, yet soon their petals will be spent.
But this one saves its special party trick
till last-like choice Cana wine, heaven scent.