Paul Henry at the Big Apple
Paul Henry, Poet in Residence for Herefordshire, spent a day at the Big Apple, a celebration of Herefordshire's orchards.
He brought some apples with him to be identified, and the experts from the Marcher Apple Network helped him find out what they were.
Here is Paul's apple poem:
The trees are the wind’s maypoles.
Their rags jingle with apples –
Cwmmy Crab …
I drink to them, in stained glass,
their windfall of centuries –
Eggleton Styre …
O beaded air of Marcle Ridge
in a jar! O Weston’s Vintage!
Cherry Permain …
Once upon a Tree, a fallen kiss.