This is hay weather
In chalk Hertfordshire
The morning green
Dried to bright
By evening
Childhood spent
In nursery chairs
Summer dresses
Starched to blue
A rocking horse
Deemed unsafe
And a maze
In the garden
Where I did not
Get lost.
Hay
Juliet Bingley spent the war in London as an adlescent, later lived in the Mediterranean married to an admiral, then returned to London as a social worker whilst living in Hertfordshire. Many of her poems reflect this varied life with great vividness. As her friend, Frances Wilson, wrote: "Juliet Bingley's poems are written with all the exuberance of someone who has just fallen in love with writing."
In chalk Hertfordshire
The morning green
Dried to bright
By evening
Childhood spent
In nursery chairs
Summer dresses
Starched to blue
A rocking horse
Deemed unsafe
And a maze
In the garden
Where I did not
Get lost.
Hay
Juliet Bingley spent the war in London as an adlescent, later lived in the Mediterranean married to an admiral, then returned to London as a social worker whilst living in Hertfordshire. Many of her poems reflect this varied life with great vividness. As her friend, Frances Wilson, wrote: "Juliet Bingley's poems are written with all the exuberance of someone who has just fallen in love with writing."