I didn’t think that I had anything to share for Textile Tuesday but then Wild Daffodil’s mention of couching stitch triggered a memory and I went and took down from the wall a sampler I made when I was seventeen. As you can see the words come from one of Shakespeare’s sonnets. Here is a… Read More Textile Tuesday: Sampler
As some people have commented favourably on my earlier poems, I thought that from time to time I would share a few more of my better poems. This is what is probably my favourite among the many poems I have written and I recite it quietly to myself from time to time. NIGHT-TIME O Night!… Read More The Night is full of stars!
Tomorrow I have an exciting post for you but today I thought I would share this. I put this together before Christmas when I thought I wouldn’t be ready for a Christmas card post. In the event I had manged to put the angel bookmark cards together and photograph them but since I have the… Read More Of Time and Existence
Today I don’t have anything new to show you of crochet, knitting or recipes or even photographs so I will share something that has been in the back of my mind for some while. ‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.’ So writes Keats at… Read More Beauty and Truth
On Tuesday afternoon I set out to look for signs of Autumn. Oh how I would love to live in New England where the Autumn colours are so gorgeous but I don’t so I did what I could. Normally, in search of Autumn, I would head for Southampton Common but riding on the bus a… Read More Signs of Autumn
Seeing my daughter’s poem has given the courage to share my Good Friday poem with you. I wrote it a long time ago but I remember it every Good Friday. THE CROWN Bright are the crowns of kings with diamonds And heavy as ceremony the gold That rings their anointed brows. But for Him, The… Read More A poem and a recipe
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I’ve always known of the Titanic, as long as I can remember and her fate has always moved me. Today, on the 102nd anniversary of her sinking I found myself inspired to write this poem. Drowning In The Deep ? Drowning in the cold deep ocean, Falling, alone, into the…