The sheep in the field
like stuffed rolls of wool
stick legs that sometimes jump
and sometimes fold.

The Land-rover comes down at half past nine
into the wood
that is half cut down
the beech and oak lay like martyrs on the ground

and conifers in serried rows
are the newly planted goods
my heart sinks to see these trees
and to know it will be a dark, dark wood.

The pear tree unties its knots
of fat white string
and the daffodils hold their trumpets
up to the light.

The birds are too busy to sing
hopping and perching on shrubs
and trees and turning to me
with their unique piercing tweet.

The garden is calling
ground elder and periwinkle
with their long, entangled roots
purple star like flowers floating on waving stems.

And the deep clusters of comfrey
that have taken over
far too much of the garden
with their black, rat like roots.

Eight years on my own
in some ways I have grown
in others I feel like a baby
without a proper home.

] This place is so old
with its ceilings all bumpy
and the staircase carpet
slippery and lumpy.

It changed my life, this house
with its sash windows
now painted Stiffkey Blue,
the lawn was a football pitch

when the boys were young
and now they hardly visit at all
caught up in London life
without a country view.

But the sun is shining
and the sky is blue
sketched with gauzy clouds
that soften the heartache

inside of you.


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

For CV click on link

house image

Norfolk house: Mary MacCarth


Forty Poems is available
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My Life in Five Poems
A video recording for the Electric Medway online Festival with Natalie Rozario on cello.


16 Sunsets


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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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