Ryme Intrinseca

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Ryme village gathers for the Jubilee bonfire

Platinum Jubilee celebrations

Hope everyone had a wonderful Jubilee weekend, wherever they were.

Here in Ryme, we had a great party on the Thursday with a fantastic bonfire, skilfully constructed by Colin Millward – great job. About 65 people turned out to enjoy the BBQ of pulled pork, sausages and pizzas, all very kindly prepared by the entire Templeman family. Thank you all so much, it was a great deal of work.

As you can see, it was a beautiful evening; lovely skies and views for miles with quite a few other beacons which could be spotted. We were just so lucky with the weather that evening. it wasn’t even cold.

Church tidy up

There was a great turn out too for the annual churchyard tidy up. Andy Templeman had managed to trim all the yew trees up the path a few evenings before, so had more time for the huge laurel bushes that where well overdue a good trim. Thanks to Duncan Ross and his trailer, everything was neat and tidy two hours later.

The highlight of the morning was again the coffee break when Sue Goldsworthy excelled herself by bring a trolley full of delicious things. I think the date slices were top of the list but, please, more of those sausage rolls next year.

Thank you all very much from Mike and me, your churchwardens.

By the time of the next issue of the magazine (September) we will be arranging a Harvest Festival – where does the time go? Have a lovely summer everyone.

Gilly Wilson

POETRY PAGE Time, Hope and Memory. Thomas Hood

WVM readers who may wonder why Poetry Page appears to favour poets of previous centuries can be assured the reason is not bias. It is copyright!

Obtaining permission to print an entire poem, or large part of one, by a living poet, or one who died less than 70 years ago, can be a long and arduous process. It was intended this issue to celebrate the birth of Philip Larkin, born August 1922, with a page of his most famous acerbic verses. The plan was thwarted by Faber, controllers of his estate, who require three months to merely consider the idea.

It is true this page has often featured poets who have triumphed over social bias, extreme poverty or sustained illhealth and this double-issue page, Dorset Scribbler’s last, is no exception. Thomas Hood, born 1799, died aged just 45. His ability to write both seriously (‘The song of the shirt’)and comically (he founded and ran the magazine ‘Comic Annual’) and contribute to the great magazines of the age (London Magazine, Athenaeum and Punch) endeared him to influential contemporaries.One described him as “The finest English Poet between the generations of Shelley and Tennyson”. Yet he was so poor at the time of his death that Sir Robert Peel, an admirer, secretly sent his wife the sum of £100 and helped arrange a state pension. Hood wrote his only novel ‘Tylney Hall’while renting The Lake House, in Wanstead, then an Essex village. Until 2010, a nearby school bore his name. Years before that, that school bored this writer.

I heard a gentle maiden, in the spring Set her sweet sighs to music, and thus sing Fly through the world, and I will follow thee Only for looks that may turn back on me;

Only for roses that your chance may throw Though withered - Twill wear them on my brow, To be a thoughtful fragrance to my brain, Warm'd with such love, that they will bloom again.

Thy love before thee, I must tread behind Kissing thy foot-prints, though to me unkind; But trust not all her fondness, though it seem, Lest thy true love should rest on a false dream.

Her face is smiling, and her voice is sweet; But smiles betray, and music sings deceit; And words speak false; - yet, if they welcome prove, I'll be their echo, and repeat their love.

Only if waken'd to sad truth, at last, The bitternessto come and sweetness past When thou art vext, then turn again, and see Thou hast loved Hope, but Memory loved thee.

LakeHouse,Wanstead.Not that poor?