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Yellowbelly

Now see that yellowbelly imp
A-running through the fields
A throwing tates ‘bout here and there
With cabbage leaf for shield

And knobby greens to munch on
With cheeky glint in eye
This little imp all mischievous
To catch those passing by

For then he’ll go and poach you
Attach right to your heart
And draw you into Lincolnshire
From whence you’ll n’er depart

For yellowbelly fever will
Just catch you and keep hold
With love for land of open skies
The fens’ and dales’ pure gold

*Yellowbelly is the colloquial term for a person from Lincolnshire (UK).  The origin of the name is disputed but to find out a bit more click here

Lincolnshire flag

Lincolnshire flag (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Newton’s Waltz

I took a lift to the top floor
And there a ballroom spread
A beautiful, outstanding room
With windows laced in lead

And in the air ethereal sounds
Of Waltz from days gone by
The violins in harmony
Playing under starlit sky

And there upon the dance floor
In gowns from ancient day
The ladies with their gentlemen
Dancing the night away

Then in the midst I spotted him
The son of Grantham town
From statue had alighted
With gravity come down

Dispersing all the colours
In a spectrum of delight
With grace and understanding
To glide with step so light

And by the name of Isaac
He waltzed til crow did call
The ghost of Newton dancing
In the ballroom of Guildhall

Time and Motion

Time and Motion (Photo credit: Dave Pearson)

Cerulean

Cerulean
Enlightened soul
I am released
Soaring across the sky
Airborne

This is the beginning of our “Lincolnshire Skies” project using photographs of the wonderful skies that we have across Lincolnshire and connecting with the feelings that they induce – we’ll categorise each poem in this series “Lincolnshire Skies” for easy access from the side menu.  This was written using the Elfje poetry form introduced to me my fellow blogger, Richard at http://richardankerswrites.wordpress.com.  If you would like to read more check out Richard’s blog or visit Libby’s blog at http://simplyelfje.wordpress.com

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Grantham

Grantham bestride the Witham sits
Where town embraces shire
And church steeple arises high
From Wulfram’s Church not to deny
Such history to aspire

Within the ancient wapentake
Of Winnibriggs and Threw
Her heritage shines out so bright
Her legacy and pride in sight
From Hills and Hollows view

Whence from the peregrine’s eyrie
That nests in the bell tower
Her soul outspread for all to see
That stretches out across country
Her bequest to endower

For here the feet of honoured peers
Attest her hidden zeal
To incubate great destiny
Inspire each one prodigiously
Her fervent heart reveal

English: Grantham town centre as seen from the...

English: Grantham town centre as seen from the top of the hills and hollows with St. Wulfram’s Church as the focal point. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Grantham is a market town in Lincolnshire, UK.  Birthplace of the UK’s first woman Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher, home to Isaac Newton’s old school, The King School and renowned for being the first town to have female police officers in 1914.  The Mallard steam train broke the speed record just south of the town in 1938.  Grantham can also be thanked for producing the first running diesel engine in 1892 and the UK’s first tractor in 1896.  This poem therefore pays homage to a small town that has in its own right made a huge contribution to the world at large.

The Lincoln Imp

There’s a wind up on the hill top
A breeze of fortitude
So said, the spirit of an imp
With manners rather rude
For it is told two imps arrived
To Lincoln’s town and heart
With nothing more than impishness
And trouble to impart

For so is said in ancient rune
That when these imps appeared
At Lincoln’s mighty minster gate
They upset bishop’s beard
With all their antics and mischief
It’s said they caused a stir
Disrupting all within their path
With trouble to concur

And even though an angel came
And turned one into stone
It’s said the other slipped her spell
And whistles all alone
Around the minsters outer walls
Up to this very day
In search of Lincoln’s imp who’s there
And cast in rock to stay

Lincoln Imp

Lincoln Imp (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Chamber Choir

Transfixed by the choir
That transverse the ether
In harmonious accord
With pure unblemished resonance
Echoing in the heavens
Proclaiming melodious acclamations
With euphoric edification
In glorious vocal congruence
Uplifting hallowed souls
With awe and wonder
In responses of festive sanctity
Oh Magnum Mysterium
Alleluia!

Written whilst listening to the beautiful St Wulfram’s Chamber Choir singing Oh Magnum Mysterium in the glorious church that lies at the heart of Grantham, Lincolnshire.  Currently there is an appeal to save the church spire that has stood watch over Grantham and her people for the last 700 years.  If you would like to help save this national landmark please visit https://mydonate.bt.com/charities/stwulframsspireappeal# or read to read more visit http://www.savegranthamsspire.org.uk/public/index.php

BBC Radio Lincolnshire Interview

Recently Ginz from Ginz&Tonic was interviewed by BBC Radio Lincolnshire.  If you’d like to hear the interview then please click on the link below to find out a little more from behind the scenes of Ginz&Tonic, more about Postural Tachycardia Syndrome (PoTS) and a dip into her biography.

NB:  Soundbites courtesy of BBC Radio Lincolnshire with many thanks