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No Golden Glory by Heather Montford

Arts Richmond

Online - 14 August 2020

No Golden Glory by Heather Montford

The chestnuts’ leaves are wrinkled, brown and dry
No shades of autumn now, no panoply
Of glorious colours orange, gold and red,
Now it appears as if the trees were dead.

A pestilence has come in from afar,
Their chestnuts withered as our chestnuts are.
Yet every spring the bright green leaves unfold
From sticky buds. And then we may behold

The flowers like candles pink and white
In parks and avenues a wondrous sight,
And conkers too, though children may not play
The old game, thought too dangerous today.

From green to withering is the pattern now,
No golden leaves of autumn on the bough,
No time of glory till the leaves are dry,
A precious time lost to posterity.

And so with us may sickness; many ways
Can spoil our youth to ageing of our days,
A challenge to feel glad to be alive
But like the chestnut trees we can survive.


from ABOUT TIME, the 2019 anthology of shortlisted entries from The Roger McGough Poetry Prize. Copies of this Anthology can be purchased for £5 including P&P from Arts Richmond.

No Golden Glory by Heather Montford

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