A fine and subtle spirit dwellsIn every little flower,Each one its own sweet feeling breathesWith more or less of power. There is a silent eloquenceIn every wild bluebellThat fills my softened heart with blissThat words could never tell. Yet I recall not long agoA bright and sunny day,‘Twas when I led a toilsome lifeSo manyContinue reading “The Bluebell*”
Category Archives: Poetry
Hymn to Aphrodite
Hymn to Aphrodite Throned in splendor, immortal Aphrodite!Child of Zeus, Enchantress, I implore theeSlay me not in this distress and anguish,Lady of beauty. Hither come as once before thou camest,When from afar thou heard’st my voice lamenting,Heard’st and camest, leaving thy glorious father’s Palace golden, Yoking thy chariot. Fair the doves that bore thee;Swift toContinue reading “Hymn to Aphrodite”
Yule
The Shortest Day by Susan Cooper And so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people singing, dancing, To drive the dark away. They lighted candles in the winter trees; They hung their homes with evergreen; They burned beseeching fires all night long ToContinue reading “Yule”
Our Lady of Rennes, 3rd November
Also known as Our Lady of Miracles LADY OF MIRACLES Since you walked out on meI’m getting lovelier by the hour.I glow like a corpse in the dark.No one sees how round and sharpmy eyes have grownhow my carcass looks like a glass urn,how I hold up things in the rags of my hands,the wayContinue reading “Our Lady of Rennes, 3rd November”
Lucifer
“A mind not to be changed by place or time.The mind is its own place, and in itselfCan make a heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n.” Paradise Lost- John Milton Lucifer in Starlight* On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose. Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend Above the rolling ball in cloudContinue reading “Lucifer”
January’s Cold Moon.
A Chilly Night by Christiana Rossetti 1830-1894* I rose at the dead of night, And went to the lattice aloneTo look for my Mother’s ghost Where the ghostly moonlight shone. My friends had failed one by one, Middle-aged, young, and old,Till the ghosts were warmer to me Than my friends that had grown cold. I lookedContinue reading “January’s Cold Moon.”
Wide yawns the sea…
Starless and cold is the night,Wide yawns the sea,And over the sea, flat on his paunch,Sprawls that uncouth lubber, the northwind,And, quite at his ease, with hoarse, piping voice,Like a peevish curmudgeon who grows good-humoured,Chats to the water below;And he spins mad yarns without number,Slaughter-breathing tales of giants,World-old Norwegian sagas;And between-whiles, far-bellowing, laughs he, andhowlsContinue reading “Wide yawns the sea…”
She had never been Much of a Seamstress
As some of you know I am a writer amongst other things, so I thought I’d share with you one of my Short Stories which has been recently – well last year – published by Mookychick. Mookychick is on a Hiatus at the moment, but have a look around there is plenty to see there,Continue reading “She had never been Much of a Seamstress”
Garm of Hounds
Skíðblaðnir best of boats; Of all the gods is Óðinn the greatest, And Sleipnir the best of steeds; Bifröst of bridges, Bragi of skalds, Hábrók of hawks, and Garm of hounds* This is our rescue boy, Nathan, a Hound of fine upstanding….He’s been with us since July of last year,2020. He came to us inContinue reading “Garm of Hounds”
Imbolc – The Feast of Brigid*
The Feast of Brigid The red-haired girl draws milkin a pail from the earth. The earth is a spotted cowwith teats that are geysersand anthills and rotten logs. The red-haired girlstrokes and strokesthe dark soil. When the milk rises in spurtsshe catches its arc of white frothto give out to visitors. At the gate ofContinue reading “Imbolc – The Feast of Brigid*”
The Delightful Mrs P 