Rebecca’a Poem


Beams of joy
The sun smiles
Clouds turn away
Into the night

Beautiful, quiet
Planting the flowers
Potting with loving care

Happy, inspired
Picking the fruit
Devouring apples whilst smiling

By Rebecca Barclay


Myrtle’s Poems



Three words

Ancestors from Scotland
Wales as well
Was there persecution?
The highland clearances
Lack of work
During the depression
First World War
Killed young men
Injured my father
Burnt in explosion
Shell shocked, hospitalised
With Siegfried Sassoon
Used to sketch – war poets together
None left – alas!
Survived – thanks God

Travelling along
Tired of silence
No one understands me


God given
Baking, painting, writing
Could I use them


Garden in winter
Snowdrops peep through frozen earth
Spring is coming soon

Doors open in Hull
Strangers find comfort in streets
We hope that is true

By Myrtle Craig

English Garden

The next chapter of our Auricula Suite tale…


In our next song, many years have passed by, and Valentina embraces life in England, growing roses in her English garden. Millais’ painting is full of coded messages – the Victorian concept of ‘the language of flowers’. Red roses symbolise passion. In Millais’ painting of the lovers standing by the wall the young woman is trying to make her lover wear the white scarf that would protect him from persecution and possibly death, and he, despite his love for her refuses to renounce his faith. Here Canterbury Bells signify faith; and Nasturtiums, patriotism. Valentina settles in the East Coast of England, she marries and has a family. But she never did forget Raoul.

I work the land here, I rise each morning
I thank the Lord and reap what I have sown.
I left my homeland, but kept my God-fear
I looked up to him when I set off alone.

I’m long since married; I have three daughters,
I love them dearly and we are family
And my garden is full of roses
I give them water and feed them tenderly.

My husband loves me; we work together
And spend the evenings until the fire burns low.
But when my candle is pale and smoky
I think back to you, I never let you go.

Our last embrace by the wall,
You kept your faith, you would not lie
The broken bell signalled your fall,
I never knew if you would live or die

In the darkness we lay down in the heather
One kiss to last forever, before I went to sea.
My eldest daughter, she looks so like you.
But home is here now, what is and what will be.

I made my life here; I rise each morning
I thank the Lord and reap what I have sown
I left my homeland but kept my God-fear
I looked up to Him when I set off alone

I made my life here; I rise each morning
I thank the Lord and reap what I have sown
And in my garden, my English garden
I tend my roses, and water them…alone.

© 2012  Lou Duffy-Howard

Auriculas grown and photographed by Richard Duffy-Howard