Poems |
A new piece of research says that Britons are baffled by poetry, and live in fear of being asked to recite one in public... The two poems most people can remember at all are Edward Lear's The Owl and ...
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 02:33:00 GMT |
Too much sunshine |
Imagine how overjoyed I am to read today in the papers that the government has issued important advice to householders on how to deal with the sizzling scorcher of a summer. Paint your house white! Th...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 08:00:00 GMT |
poem: missed |
A silence falls around me; in the nightyou slipped away, I did not hear you go. I wish I had the chance to see your faceor touch your hand, or see your tiny smileBut there are things that cannot be, I...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Apr 2009 09:18:00 GMT |
The trouble with yoga... |
First of all, I'd like to apologise for the little rush of green blood to the head yesterday in the last blog. I should not be writing about climate change, that's my boring day job, and the fact that...
Posted by on Thu, 23 Apr 2009 03:35:00 GMT |
The end of the world as we know it |
I am still sighing gently at reports from the Sun (an interesting UK paper) that a professor is now blaming obese people for global warming. How fat you have to be to endanger the planet is not quanti...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Apr 2009 03:34:00 GMT |
Poem: other words |
I am dry of words, a summer stream:My heartbeats count the cadence of my dreamThis rickety cathedral built of boneCollapses all around me, stone on stone.The demons have crawled out of hell-wrought ch...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Apr 2009 00:51:00 GMT |
Dark side of the hills |
Apologies for not posting anything for a while... You know how it is - some days, some weeks, not even a couplet springs to mind and all the other stuff seems trivial. But it's turned into a lovely sp...
Posted by on Thu, 02 Apr 2009 05:30:00 GMT |
Poem: In the frost |
Alone, the silence of bird-haunted dawnBreaks in me, and the milky air ice-whiteObscures the span of grass, the sleeping hills,The glimmer of sweet flowers.Today, the frozen land clenched hard aroundE...
Posted by on Fri, 13 Mar 2009 02:13:00 GMT |
Big Bird |
I have a confession to make. I am a big bird. No, I can still get through doorways, and you don't need a crane to lift me into the bath, but I'm bigger than I should be. I'm also happy, bright and hel...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Mar 2009 01:43:00 GMT |
Early morning thoughts |
Seven thirty of the a.m. and I am on the road with the dogs. This is not my usual walking time - Mark is off to work early, for some mysterious and critical meeting, and thus I am out half an hour bef...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Feb 2009 01:29:00 GMT |
