Here are a couple more poems from participants who came to the Museum Drop-In writing session I ran in January. I’ve had some lovely feedback about the session, so I’m arranging for another one to happen soon! Someone said: “I had some preconceptions on what poetry has to be before I came to the workshop. However, I found the whole process inspiring and a fascinating way to engage with the artefacts of the museum.”
I shared David Walsh’s fantastic mosiac-maker poem a while ago, so today we have pieces from Kate Fox and Stephen Young. First up, Kate’s prayer to Pomona for her garden, and then Stephen’s short piece on a Roman genius. Enjoy!
To open this invocation
I pray to you Janus,
revered Roman god of beginnings,
for this year in the garden.
Would it please plenteous Pomona,
goddess of gardens and orchards,
to watch over my own tiny crop?
Let my fuchsias have a future,
let my roses bloom in May.
Keep lettuce, chard and tomatoes
safe from ravenous gastropods.
Keep my herbs redolently fragrant
as back in Roman times.
Rosemary, sage, lavender, marjoram,
perfuming my garden with a heady haze.
So I pray to you Pomona,
for a year of sun and rain.
Let my hanging baskets bloom and cascade over,
let my violas and pansies play.
In return Pomona,
I bring you the fruit of my labour,
for your favour.
My crop I share with you
and all the garden creatures.
Let the resident birds and squirrels,
passing butterflies and busy bees,
bask in the summer time abundance.
So I dedicate this prayer to you Vesta,
goddess of the home and hearth.
May my green fingers continue
and my suburban garden be your shrine.
Genius protector of the home,
company to those alone.
hold to the chest, hold fast,
small figure for the hand to grasp.
oxidized by time,
once in a Roman family shrine.
Genius, protector who’s always there,
so I can hand over my daily care.