About Philippa Robbins
I was born in London in 1964. I am a painter and
live and work in Wales. My work is figurative. I'm working on
still-lifes and landscape at the moment and am artist in residence on an
architectural project in West Wales.
My website is www.philipparobbins.com and recently finished work and work in progress can also been seen on http://www.flickr.com/photos/philsr/.
About the poem
This is a poem
written by Ruary O'Siochain and I first heard it, read by him, at his
marriage last year to Kathrin. It tells of their re-meeting early in
their relationship after a short spell of having not seen each other,
neither of them certain that the other was still feeling the same as
they had those few weeks earlier.
I find the poem has a
quality to it like a classic old film--immediately familiar and
unelaborate with separate focus on each little scene skirting the asking
of the question. It's beautifully poignant and romantic, reserved and,
in the telling, complete.
The poem
SPECKLED HEN
Later I drank
the most beautiful
pint;
Old Speckled Hen.
It was early May
afternoon
in the Sunday park.
The east wind
kept isolate people
all moving
in the bright sunshine.
The tree we lay under
was full of fresh leaves.
How many greens?
we asked,
shimmering emerald
dancing to the brush
of a squirrel’s tail.
Winter is always long
and hard.
The deep barrier blue
now in place
above us, and you asked -
“Are we still all right,
then?”
--Ruary O'Siochain
Later I drank
the most beautiful
pint;
Old Speckled Hen.
It was early May
afternoon
in the Sunday park.
The east wind
kept isolate people
all moving
in the bright sunshine.
The tree we lay under
was full of fresh leaves.
How many greens?
we asked,
shimmering emerald
dancing to the brush
of a squirrel’s tail.
Winter is always long
and hard.
The deep barrier blue
now in place
above us, and you asked -
“Are we still all right,
then?”
--Ruary O'Siochain
By permission of the poet
