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  • ERDDIG: REFLECTIONS ON PATRIMONY

    From the corner summerhouse set in the wall,

    the towering lime trees between the canals –

    at the eastern end of the formal garden –

    are still leafless, like jet lace work, like nets

    disentangling, against the light blue skies

    and the white, driven, cumulus clouds of March.

     

    This was a medium-sized business. They made

    their money the usual gentry way from rents

    plus coal, were typically self-sufficient,

    using and selling their managed timber,

    were unusually innovative in

    hydraulic projects, exploiting Afon Ddu,

    the stream that flows through the estate, named black

    for the coal dust gathering in its bed.

    The pit they owned was a couple of miles

    away, its slagheap, now greening, still

    clearly visible from the west front.

    Factories took the small tenant farmers, wars

    the gardeners and nationalisation

    literally undermined the house. The last squire –

    Oxbridge, of course, then priest manqué, thespian,

    war service, holiday tour courier

    before inheriting –  bequeathed house, gardens,

    park, his redundant patrimony,

    to the National Trust’s service industry

    of conservation, crafts and carrot cake.

     

    In October when the apples and the pears,

    in all their traditional varieties,

    have been harvested and the grounds are full

    of diverse families and music plays,

    there is a sense of something shared – not a

    common culture but a moment of ease

    and tranquillity, an event of order

    and fruition before the sweet dusk enfolds.

     

     

     


    4 responses to “ERDDIG: REFLECTIONS ON PATRIMONY”


    1. Toni Roberts Avatar

      I LOVE your poetry. Extremely brilliant writer, articulate and metaphorically beautiful. You definitely have an admirer. I can’t wait to see more! Toni Anderson Roberts/Author of a children’s faith based poetry book titled ‘A Kite Named Jack and Other Rhymes’ featured on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and ITunes. I would love to have a signed copy (and willing to pay) of some of your poetry. My grandfather was from Wales, my mother and grandmother from England. Your poetry inspires me to write even better as I have just started on my second book. Please do stay in touch! I am a new author and just had a huge spread in the newspaper and my writing doesn’t come even close to this as far as I am concerned.

    2. Mary Clark Avatar

      Alliterative, well paced. And concise:

      Factories took the small tenant farmers, wars
      the gardeners and nationalisation
      literally undermined the house.

      This is poetry with style and meaning.

    3. John Huddart Avatar

      This is another favourite – Erddig, a lovely house – not grand, comfortable, earning its way – and how it manages a transition from its early life as a centre for the local economy to a place of leisure and quiet regeneration.

      And the Larkinesque [like ‘Show Saturday’, that jibe at the Trust!] love of life’s continuities and destinations, which are this, but not quite that, but are still palpable……you say it much better in that exquisite celebration of autumnal visiting – and the “sweet dusk enfolds.” Lovely ending!

      Right on form.

    4. Doreen Levin Avatar
      Doreen Levin

      What a beautiful poem! It gives such an interesting poetic account of all the changes in the life of a stately home in Wales. My father was in the RAF during World War 11, and stationed in Llandudno (sorry if I have misspelt it), and your poem reminds me of all the changes made through nationalisation all over the British Isles. I just couldn’t resist responding immediately. Best wishes.

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