SUMMER EVENING IN PERSHORE

A mirror's span the Avon lies,
Sprinkled with stars between the reeds
Where, caught in the reflected skies,
The long-legged ghosts of languid flies
Float down like thistle-seeds.

Drops tremble on the leaning oars.
Like moving air the water steals,
Gentle and dark, by steps and doors,
Through bridges hooped to secret flors
Quilted with mud and eels.

Pale, moonlit plums with pearly skins
Dangle like ear-rings from the wall.
So delicately twilight spins,
Where water ends and night begins
Is told by a plum's fall.

Olive Dehn


 

Jehane Markham

Photo of Jehane Markham by Heini Schneebeli

Jehane Markham is a true poet...
her poems glow like impressionist paintings.

Adrian Mitchell

Love wells up out of Jehane Markham's work... it made me cry.
Gillian Allnutt

To contact
Jehane Markham
please email
jm@jehanemarkham.co.uk

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house image

Norfolk house: Mary MacCarthy

16 Sunsets

SIXTEEN SUNSETS
– POETRY MEETS THE BLUES

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Now available on Spotify

 

Adio poem below the waterline

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New Audio poem:

Above and Below The Water Line
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