British Summer | Peter Matthews — Whispers and Echoes

Another Summer based poem shared from Whispers and Echoes. Please follow the link.

Summer rain so warm and wet only to be expected, yet…. I see a bit of blue sky there Come my love, let’s not despair * It’s ages since we picnicked here and now the sun’s come out it’s clear we’ll sit down here beneath the trees and rest our plates upon our knees * […]

British Summer | Peter Matthews — Whispers and Echoes

19 thoughts on “British Summer | Peter Matthews — Whispers and Echoes

  1. That ’twas a wasp and not a bee
    Attracted by your jam you see.
    If you had stuck with Shippam’s paste
    You’d not have had to flee in haste.

    But nevermind, here’s a cloud
    To cover your picnic with its shroud
    What’s that another shower?
    Drenching you in leafy bower.

    No need for gloom, all is not lost
    Even though you’re tempest tossed.
    Fire up the Primus, brew some tea
    The cup that cheers will comfort thee,

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    1. I love it Josie. Thank you. How very strange, my wife and I were discussing Shippam’s paste this afternoon. I refused to eat it as a child and was amazed to discover that it is still sold. A Guardian article included this:
      “It lives on the granny shelves of your supermarket. Right down there at the bottom, just before the catfood, along with the tinned mince, the Camp coffee and the last bottle of gravy browning. You won’t see it unless you’re moving very slowly, dragging a trolley, bent double with arthritis and trying to work out how to live on the last 8p of your pension.”

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      1. I actually researched Shippam’s for this long ago post about a novel set in WW2 that had a strong food component.
        “Growing up, everything was either before the war, or during the war, and then, after the war. 1939-1945 was the defining time of my parents’ lives. And many of those family conversations centered on food – where to get it; how much it cost; could we afford it; what was a good substitute; how could you grow it; how to preserve it and was it good for you. And most of all – never to waste it. Waste was wicked.”

        And the ad:

        “More Shippam’s Bloater Paste dear. Jolly good on toast.”

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