A love poem by Tom Milner-Gulland<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Inspried by experiences in Blenheim Park, June 2019<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In ice cubes’ streaks a squirl-pool breaks; Fruit hears, for on vitality we call; Who’d pretty prickles by proud plants find Winter lies in marble tomb; But stirs the body, moulting chaste; Dusk-light’s sorrows change your features Summer’s Syrup A love poem by Tom Milner-Gulland Inspried by experiences in Blenheim Park, June 2019. In ice cubes’ streaks a squirl-pool breaks;Honey’s drizzled onRead More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/tommilner-gullandart.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/336"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/tommilner-gullandart.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/tommilner-gullandart.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tommilner-gullandart.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/tommilner-gullandart.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=336"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/tommilner-gullandart.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/336\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":337,"href":"https:\/\/tommilner-gullandart.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/336\/revisions\/337"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/tommilner-gullandart.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Honey’s drizzled on dragonfly lakes.
Yet bird song may but wail and whistle;
Archichoke’s heart is flesh and thistle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Water ripens, for water will fall.
From fruit’s listening flows the bite;
From water’s glistening, paralysed sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When owned by solstice’s amber mind?
Nature’s own is belonging-imprinted;
In sweet possession, love is minted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Spring’s long flaunted her open womb.
And as a plant the season so much is,
Light belongs to the eyes it touches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When Fruit had heard, I’d spring syrup taste.
Now, June sun setting, my heart cries often:
I would the moon your tears Silver-soften.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That water paths of pilgrim teachers;
When in amber the fruit was frozen,
Then in mint my love was chosen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"