For the Love of Julien

On his birthday.

Petunia

Amidst the green, the summer rain comes,

Warm, awaken and shrouded in bright sun.

They never falter, fail nor fall,

Growing in silence, but never quite only fun.

Rising, reaching and staying head up and tall,

Petunia you are amongst the most beautiful of all,

Trying never to look back nor recall.

About Oxwich Castle

Oxwich Bay Castle; a hilltop fortress haunted

Rising from ruins of early Tudor times,

It’s appearance more of a fortified stately home;

A magnificent mansion it was.

It was built to impress the influential.

Made from the treasures of shipwrecks there.

Rising on the site of an earlier fortification.

With a castle gate bearing of innocent blood,

A scene of a once mortal battle.

The daughter of Sir Mansel who’s grief is bared.

Men Fighting over lost stolen treasures there.

Barrels of wine from France; and the like;

Pots, pans, fancy dress and mustard seed.

Fighting were two of the Gower’s families;

The Mansel’s and the Herberts; disputing

When Sir Mansel’s daughter appeared,

Her aim was to the resolve,

Sir Mansel, it was her innocence he feared.

Over the stolen booty Sir Mansel held.

Refusing the real owner to reconcile or detour,

A feud engaged over this stolen treasure,

But there within the Mansel household,

When his daughter appeared at the gate amure.

Caught in the fire; for it was too late,

There was no peace to be made

As Sir Mansel refused to negotiate.

For the booty was Herberts stolen from the sea,

And it was not to be had; not owned by he.

Miss Anne was killed for the treasures taken,

She was met by a miss thrown stone.

A Stone was meant for Sir Mansel himself.

Instead of gain; his daughter struck lain.

An innocent life; Miss Anne was gone;

Sir Mansel, her life was lost; he grieved in pain,

Bereaved for what he had exchanged;

A shipwrecked treasure feigned,

All for the life of his daughter he gave.

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From the shores of Oxwich Bay the Mansel family found many an opportunity to gain advantage of their location to the beach were the first to plunder lots sailing ships that wrecked near the rocks at Oxwich Beach.

However, such eager salvaging brought disaster upon the family when, in 1557, Sir Rhys Mansel took possession of the riches from a certain French trading ship that had come to grief off Oxwich Point during a gale.

The salvage rights to this vessel, to some extent, also belonged to a Sir George Herbert, one of the most important and powerful men of Swansea at the time, and he and his men soon descended upon Oxwich Castle.

Fearing an ensuing argument, between Herbert and his men and Mansel and his own, would turn bloody, when Sir Rhys Mansel’s daughter, Anne, rushed outside the castle to intervene and reconcile the two sides.

However, as she intervened, she was struck by a stone thrown which resulted in her death six days later.

References from:

http://cadw.gov.wales/daysout/oxwichcastle/?lang=en

Strawberry Patch

I will marry an intellect,

An academic; poet and gardener

One with a big heart and fun too.

They are the starry-eyed wanderers;

And the creative thinkers with imagination.

We will have days of endless conversions

Carrying us into the night,

An exchange of profound words…

Turning thoughts into infinite meaning,

And infinite meaning into discovery

Winding in the roots of a life together,

And the universe will be ours.

Growing strawberry patches in pots

From the balcony.

Purple Pixie Bell

Growing along the garden walls

Even on the ceilings and the halls.

These are the sweetest there have ever been

In deepest purple I’ve ever seen.

Oh perennial; the hardiest of them all.

Meeting you among the swaying trees.

In summertime with welcomed bees

You are dusk, dark and lucid dreams.

Perhaps a pixie bell swimming in cream

Among the flowers blowing in the breeze.

About Peony’s

Pink Brilliance held up for all to see
On slightly faded words to be admired.
Like reading from an old parchment
Petals of rice paper; delicate to the touch.
Pink colours are just meant to be.
Can you see the love standing near?
Even if the years pass by…
Yes, even a peony will continue to love;
Here alongside you; this symbol of us.
I think it’s about the love we bare
Beside these beautiful peony’s
Smiling up at us with grace
Reciting Shakespeare from memory.
Delighted.

Give Me a Rosebud

Give Me A Rosebud

by Aurora Vane

March 1883

“Ere summer, on unsandaled feet,

Goes, with her wealth of roses sweet,

Oh, darling one, please give to me

A rosebud, sweet and fair to see.

A lovely rose of creamy-white,

Oft kissed by shining rays of light,

And oft refreshed by gentle dew

And summer rain. Oh, dear one true,

Please let this lovely rosebud be

A token of thy love to me.

Oh, give me, dear, a rosebud fair,

That thou hast watched with tender care.

Perfect its beauty; for I know

Its loveliness would rarer grow

Beneath the gleamings of thine eyes,

Bright as the blue of sapphire skies,

A sacred treasure it wall be,

A token of thy love to me.

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