John Osmond reports from Pennard where Nigel Jenkins was laid to rest on Monday.

February 12th, 2014

Nigel Jenkins, much loved bard of Gower and Wales, choreographed his own funeral as performance art. Held on Monday at St Mary’s Church in Pennard in the Gower, just yards from the family farm where he was brought up and rode horses as a boy, he planned the event down to the last detail.

For the hundreds who attended, most of them in the nearby Community Hall where sound of the ceremony was relayed, the proceedings were as much if not more an artistic spectacle than a religious occasion.

It began with the whicker coffin being carried on six shoulders from the hearse into the 13th Century Church to the mournful sound of Peter Stacey’s Breton pipes. But as we entered the church the clouds parted and the sun shone.

Inside it was as though we were transported into an 18th Century revival, the place crammed and even the gallery above full beyond the tolerance level that modern-day health and safety rules allow. We sang Joseph Parry’s Myfanwy and, to Andy Jones’ guitar accompaniment, Idris Davies’ Bells of Rhymney. There were poems and readings. The eulogy was delivered by cousin Noel Witts who 64 years ago, when he was 11-years old, became Nigel’s ‘Uncle’.

One of the readings, was a recording of Nigel’s own unforgettable baritone voice in a rendering of some of his best lines ‘Where poems come from’ (you can hear them on Youtube). Wynn Thomas, a friend and colleague at Swansea University, read another of his poems, ‘Is that where they make clouds, Dad?’ -

‘It is beautiful, the filth gusting

From a stack at Baglan, turned by the late sun

To a wing of silver

Rising against

The blackly green, languorous hills;

Beyond the great dapplers bundling east,

An unearthly simplicity of open sky;

Here at our feet the tide bangs in,

Loud lengths of it slapping

The concrete steps.

There could be rain. There will be night.’

Finally, to the strains of a Bach partita, played on unaccompanied violin by Ivor McGregor, the coffin was lifted once more and carried outside. At the graveside, after the coffin was slid into the ground, glasses were passed round to the family and champagne poured. “What champagne do you want, Dad?” Nigel was asked. “The best,” he replied.

Nigel, of course, meant most to the very many people across Wales and beyond who knew and, invariably, were influenced by him. He had an acute sense of our lives being lived through what his great friend Osi Rhys Osmond, a painter poet, has described as our “brief eternities”. In a tribute on the WalesArtsReview website novelist Stevie Davies, who along with another friend, poet Menna Elfyn, also read at the funeral, quoted from a diary entry she made:

6 March 2012

Nigel & I talked about our wonder when we see the stars & sea ‘in our moment’ – boundless wonder at everything – an atom, a firmament – & he quoted from Pinter: ‘Tender the dead’ & sent me the quotation. Nigel has the most beautiful mind of anyone’s I’ve ever known – he himself is a source of wonder to me – the firmament within. He helped expose the 3,000 year old Bronze Age causeway in the Bay – which used to be a fen. We spoke about our moment within archaeological time.

Nigel will live on in such memories and, of course, through his poetry and other writings. It is entirely fitting that he now lies close to the graves of two other poets he much admired, Vernon Watkins and Harri Webb. Despite its Community Council, Pennard is blessed indeed.

But what ultimately was important about Nigel, and why so many people were touched by his life and early death was that, at a critical time, in the mid-1970s, he chose Wales. And in making that choice, he came to learn that choosing Wales also means making Wales. And that he proceeded to do, in his inimitable, painstaking, and grafting way over decades.

He was intensely local, as his two books about ‘Real Swansea’ demonstrate, and as his posthumous volume on ‘Real Gower’ will reiterate. But he also held close, but shared with gusto, a vision of Wales as a whole. That’s why we remember him.

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John Osmond is Editor of ClickonWales.

5 Responses to:“Farewell to poet who held close his vision for Wales”

  1. Ian says:

    Lovely.

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  2. Aida Birch says:

    ‘dreaming stars and dreaming/the eyes to see them’ from Ambush by Nigel Jenkins. Nigel will remain a shining light to all who knew him, especially new young writers.The mystery of the ancients that Nigel shared with the late Terry Hetherington will remain; ‘a story as vivid as the blaze of golden aggregate that lurks…’from an essay about Garn Goch Iron Age Hillfort by Nigel. From Terry’s poem titled ‘Bryn Celli Ddu’ ‘..with the red jasper beneath,/left to smoulder for thirty-five centuries.’ Mysteries shared at the Monolith at Mawphlang, with the Khasi writers, when Nigel travelled to the Khasi Hills in north-east India.

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  3. marc jones says:

    Very fitting tribute.

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  4. Aida Birch says:

    A wonderful tribute to a poet that has touched so many people’s hearts. Nigel Jenkins put heart into poetry.

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  5. Stevie Davies says:

    This is such a beautifully written memorial of Nigel’s funeral service: thank you. The music, both of voices and instruments, was so powerful that it seemed to me to lift him – and lift him – until we could let go – and Nigel flew.

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