I have called this short piece Blood Wedding after the play by Lorca
I did not have a title until I purchased a copy of his play in a supermarket of all places
Today was one one of those late spring days where there was still a slight coolness in the air but the strength of the high sun compensates and one almost feels that summer has arrived
We visited an Elizabethan manor house which is hidden from view
The gardens were exquisite as normal and showed nothing of their winter woes
I particularly admired the smooth lawns and the seasonal hush flowers
Woman of light
Do share your perfumes
With those who visit you
This was not my poetry but had been crudely carved into the wooden door of a dovecote
Not everybody can see it
So the privilege was mine
The carving is over eighty years old or so I am told
As normal I was carrying a book of poetry
Today it was a collection of poems by the gentlest of all poets
Water De La Mare
I did not read the book whilst I was there
But I did admire the dappled sunlight flickering on its blue cover
Such are late spring days in the southern counties