Here, Emily Dickinson perfectly captures what it is to be trapped inside the screaming vortex one’s own depression. In the dark chamber of our mind, at once desolate yet teeming with ghouls, all… Continue reading
In celebration of Burns Night!
Dawn breaks, bringing forth the light of all beings. Blinking in the first rays of the sun, crouching, bouncing A restless seduction, The sprinter’s nose traces the horizon, a primal lens As eternal,… Continue reading
I remember this one from my childhood!
I don’t know what this poem is called or who it’s by (not us, sadly!); it was found by a friend of ours. Be most grateful if anyone can help.
For my Granddad. I hope you and Hoppy are making mischief up there ❤ Tears at Dawn The Ballad of the Bomber of 1943 The aircraft hanger stands alone, stilled by the… Continue reading
I learnt this poem when I was in the Girl Guides (Scouts, for our US viewers!) for one of my badges, although I’m sure the last two lines were different – I’ve always… Continue reading