Dancing Dust
	Poems by Mollie Caird (1922-2000)
	Georgian evening
Home Alphabetic index of poems Thematic index of poems Biography Gallery Contact and links	The booming cannon's horrid sound Wakes Mr. Handel from the ground — Tweaks wig, mends quill and looks around! Perruqued and panniered ladies throng, Drum-stepping soldiers march along, White lawns and streams are graced with song. Too-roo, too-roo the oboes say, Tarantara the trumpets bray, Silver the firework fountains play. Rich music bursts upon the night, The dusk explodes in comets bright, High-sounding brass in golden light. Then Mr. Handel joins the set And treads the stateley minuet, Knowing he's not forgotten yet. A Georgian evening in the garden of Ashbrook House, Blewbury, ended with a performance of Handel's Music for the Royal Fireworks. Oxford Times, 16 June 1967