Hyacinth, Puppy Poem and A Visit + A P.S.

22 Feb

1   Last Saturday our other lovely neighbour brought us a pot of tightly closed hyacinth bulbs because they were going away for half term. Rather than leave them to blush unseen and waste their sweetness on the empty air, H brought them to us. They have bloomed and their scent is still glorious so when the family returns this evening, I shall return them so that they can also gain pleasure from the pink delicacy of these beautiful hyacinths.

Pink hyacinths

Pink hyacinths

2   BBC Radio 4 has a lovely programme on Sunday afternoons called Poetry Please. This afternoon the poems were all either written by teenagers, starting with The Force that Through the Green Fuse written by Dylan Thomas when he was only 19 or for teenagers or about teenagers. The poem I am about to share with you fits both those latter categories – and I hope it amuses you rather than causing offence! It is by Adrian Mitchell. one of the Liverpool poets, and was written in 1996.

A Puppy Called Puberty.

It was like keeping a puppy in your underpants

A secret puppy you weren’t allowed to show to anyone

Not even your best friend or your worst enemy

You wanted to pat him stroke him cuddle him

All the time but you weren’t supposed to touch him

He only slept for five minutes at a time

Then he’d suddenly perk up his head

In the middle of school medical inspection

And always on bus rides

So you had to climb down from the upper deck

All bent double to smuggle the puppy off the bus

Without the buxom conductress spotting

Your wicked and ticketless stowaway.

Jumping up, wet-nosed, eagerly wagging –

He only stopped being a nuisance

When you were alone together

Pretending to do your homework

But really gazing at each other

Through hot and hazy daydreams

Of those beautiful schoolgirls on the bus

With kittens bouncing in their sweaters.

3   Daughter No 3 is arriving tonight for a few days which will be just lovely.
Many of you know that I had a Total Hip Replacement on 29th December 2014. I have been writing my diary of the events and consequences. You can find the links to My Hip Op Diaries in the horizontal menu at the top of any page and I would love to hear your reaction to any of it if you have time to leave a comment.

Posted by on February 22, 2015 in Beauty, flowers, photography, poetry, Postaday 2015


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9 responses to “Hyacinth, Puppy Poem and A Visit + A P.S.

  1. babyjill7...Marilyn Griffin

    February 23, 2015 at 4:11 pm

    The poem was written so well I thought… what all have experienced when growing up and having these feelings…How smart…to express these feelings in this way!

  2. flowerpot

    February 23, 2015 at 9:56 am

    love the poem, Sally!! Just going over to see your diary…. xx

  3. ladysighs

    February 23, 2015 at 12:09 am

    Hyacinths have such a sturdy look. 🙂

  4. M E Cheshier

    February 22, 2015 at 7:43 pm

    Reblogged this on Travels with Mary and commented:
    What a lovely gift!

  5. M E Cheshier

    February 22, 2015 at 7:43 pm

    What a lovely gift! And Hyacinth are a favorite of mine. You most definitely have a great neighbor.

    • mybeautfulthings

      February 22, 2015 at 8:49 pm

      Neighbours on both sides are brilliant! 🙂

      • M E Cheshier

        February 22, 2015 at 8:51 pm

        You are very blessed!

  6. Don

    February 22, 2015 at 7:42 pm

    The adolescent struggle with sexuality so beautifully put in poetry. I think it’s an outstanding piece.

    • mybeautfulthings

      February 22, 2015 at 8:48 pm

      I thought you might. I have loved it for years and used to include it one of my anthologies for my teenage pupils but just to be read rather than analysed! Thought you might get the other literary hint! 🙂


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