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:
Windfalls
The trees are the wind’s maypoles.
Their rags jingle with apples –
Old Bromley
Lord Hindlip
Stoke Edith
Cwmmy Crab …
I drink to them, in stained glass,
their windfall of centuries –
Bran Rose
Doctor Hare’s
Gennet Moyle
Eggleton Styre …
O beaded air of Marcle Ridge
in a jar! O Weston’s Vintage!
Wormsley Pippin
Handsome Norman
Kingston Black
Cherry Permain …
Once upon a Tree, a fallen kiss.
Paul Henry