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October 28, 2017
Vampire
A girl sat upon the shoulders of a vampire.
Human form he took
And did in no way look
Like a ghoul.
With a smile benign
His design
He executed in full view
Of the fool
Who thought him a gentleman through and through.
Her desire
For the vampire
Turned to despair,
And today
Men pay
For what she once gave away.
Come Halloween
Come Halloween, I shall hide behind gravestones
And rattle artificial bones,
And should anyone ask
Why I perform this task
I shall with a blood curdling groan
Confess That I have no bones of my own …
October 27, 2017
How to Fill Your Day with Poetry
by Cassandra Key
The easiest way to fill your day with poetry is to notice what poetry is and then surround yourself with it.
Poetry is a lot of things and goes beyond words on paper. It is nature and love and pain. It is Mary Cassatt’s “Summertime” and dancing to Chopin. It is dreams and prayers and moonlight. It is all of these things coming together to create something that stirs the heart.
Or as Emily Dickinson said:
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were...
There Was A Young Lady Named Mable
There was a young lady named Mable
Who danced on a rickety old table.
The furniture gave way
And I heard her say,
“I was willing, but that table is unstable!”.
—
There was a young lady named Mable
Who danced on a rickety old table.
The furniture gave way,
But some do say
That my story is nought but a fable!
The River Has Burst It’s Banks More Times Than I Can Remember
The river has burst it’s banks more times than I can remember.
Another swan
Is gone,
But I find
That she has left a black feather behind.
In summer weather
I relish the scent
Of the heather.
Come November
I repent,
But why?
For I
Did pave the path
To the cavern where my demons laugh.
October 25, 2017
Goldfish Bowl
As a child, I had a round Goldfish bowl.
The fish their whole
Lives spent
(I thought content)
Swimming in never ending circles in that plastic tank.
The frank
Man or woman may
Perhaps smile ruefully and say
“I have spent a day
Or more in that self-same way,
But at some future time I will
Be still”.
I have Always Walked In The Dark
I have always walked in the dark.
The torch’s light
Illumines the night
But can not fight
With phantoms stark.
I have always walked in the dark.
I have always walked in the dark.
A knock at night
May bring delight,
But then we part.
I have always walked in the dark.
I have always walked in the dark.
The moon disappears
And yesteryear’s fears
Emerge
And converge in my heart.
I have always walked in the dark.
10 of the Best Poems about Solitude and Loneliness
The greatest poems about being alone
The poet’s life is often viewed as a lonely one – starving in garrets, pining away for lost loves, moping about the streets of the city looking for Baudelaire-style inspiration – so it should come as little surprise that there have been many classic poems written about solitude and loneliness. Here are ten of our favourite poems about isolation and being alone.
William Shakespeare, Sonnet 29. One of the most famous sonnets written b...
October 24, 2017
“The Old Clock On The Stairs” By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I am, as those of you who follow this blog will know, interested in clocks and what they represent (I.E. Old Father Time himself, with his sickle chopping up seconds).
Yesterday I happened across Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “The Old Clock On The Stairs” (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44643/the-old-clock-on-the-stairs). In his poem Longfellow describes a clock that ticks away in a mansion. Time passes never to return and the people observed by this timepiece are now dead or gone els...
Well, that was summer…
A great description of the English weather and the wildlife in my frien John’s garden. I also have foxes as visitors in my garden in Upper Norwood, together with an owl (or owls) who visit from time to time.
I wrote the following blog back in early June just after a long spell of warm weather had ended in typical British weather style with heavy rain and I was reflecting on how changeable our weather really is. Unfortunately, I never got to publish it or indeed any...
