The leaves have turned white at last! We have travelled up twice from Brighton hoping to see it’s full glory and have met some more interesting visitors to the park along the way. We have also seen a very des res. in the City but it is very tiny and half way up a tree!
There was a full house for the first meeting of the Friends of the Watts Memorial with a talk by John Price. The Friends (we joined earlier in the year) is a new organisation set up to gain support for filling the remaining spaces on the memorial with tiles commemorating some of the ordinary heroic people that Watts had intended to include before his and then his wife’s death. John has written an amazing book with details of every person currently on the memorial.
This park is open to the public every day but there is a exciting Open Garden Squares weekend in June where many spaces in London that are not usually open to the public are accessible.
Tickets can be purchased in advance from http://www.opensquares.org/
Thanks to the Poetry School and London Parks and Gardens Trust I am lucky enough to be the poet in residence in Postman’s Park for an Open Space In London weekend in June, for a second time, some of my poems are on this site (click on link on heading)
There will be fifteen poets in other open spaces, and it will be a great time to see what they are up to and even to write some poems yourself? There is also flicky book of some of last years poems on the Poetry School site. https://poetryschool.com/
This year I am determined to take a bit of time out and visit some of them myself. There are roof gardens, wild life spaces and community gardens etc. A treat for everyone especially those who lived and worked in London for most of their lives as my partner and I did.
To find out about becoming a friend of the Watts memorial www.wattsmemorial.org.uk.
To find out more about friends of the city gardens who were instrumental in arranging the evening in the park, train and encourage volunteers to be involved in the open spaces http://www.friendsofcitygardens.org.uk.
The handkerchief tree
I sit under the loggia
and consider heroism
what it must take
to jump into the depths
of Highgate ponds
to save someone from drowning
to risk being crushed to death
by the weight of a runaway
to die on a burning stairway
trying to save your mother
from a house on fire.
Is it all your gentle spirits turning
the leaves on the handkerchief tree
pure white in remembrance.