Our residents love being creative and some residents at Morgana Court have shared some of their poems with us from their poetry group sessions. Here’s a couple we would like to share with you on Summer, Love is and our local area of Bridgend.
Bridgend by Ray and Ian
The sweetshop next door to Ferraris,
the ginger haired girl behind the counter,
the Italian with a big bun in her hair.
Beautiful woman she was.
A Bertorrelli I think she was.
They had a veg and fruit shop
at the bottom of Newcastle Hill.
Dunlops cycle shop down from the bus station.
Anita’s now Little Lambs.
My mother worked at The Milk Bar
on Wyndham Street,
across from the Town Hall.
Where would my mother be?
Carrying sacks of sprouts.
When the yanks came,
She shined their shoes
for tuppence.
She left for work early
to do the Jam tarts.
Ferraris have moved all around Bridgend.
Do you remember Shufflebottoms?
People used to go there for their
Christmas toys and China.
Roses, clothes, bits and bobs.
The sandwich shop,
wedged in between Wydham Street
and Adare Street.
The sandwiches are gorgeous,
pies and sandwiches
wrapped in tea towels.
You could only fit five people in there
Summer
The ancient song of the cricket,
makes me think of collecting grasshoppers
in a matchbox and halfway through
the church service, we would let them out
of the matchbox.
I don’t like cricket. I like rugby.
Love is …
Love is honour, doing everything together.
That’s the basic rule,
you do everything together.
It is the welcome of a dog,
loyal, they don’t answer back.
