I wrote a poem about Jelleyman's Mill and jelleyfest. This is the first poem I have written in a very long time so be kind. 🙂
Summer sunshine, through the trees, Dappled water, gentle breeze,
Ladybirds and bees that linger, pausing, resting on my finger.
Plastic chairs with tales to tell, steampunk clothes and hats as well.
Handmade crafts, soft cake with icing, wooden robots - so enticing
Cups of coffee, friendly faces, little children, open spaces.
Music, food, cocktails too, photos, daftness, memories new.
Yarn wall selfies, and yarn to buy, a whole host of good things-
A feast for the eye.
The Crafty Jelley with treats galore, gorgeous artwork, wood - and more!
Cards and coasters, crafts to try, the river gently running by.
Jelleyfest in all its glory overlooked by the mill with many a story.
Those who once worked there, some will recall
Long ago memories in those tumbledown walls.
Jelleyman's Mill has been workplace and leisure
But for me it's brought friends, conversation and pleasure.
Thank you dear mill, long may you survive and may you grow stronger in order to thrive.
©️ Karen Holmes.
August 2025
