Not one of my own but a favourite I have not shared before: The Garden by Moonlight BY AMY LOWELL A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still, It is dazed with moonlight, Contented with perfume, Dreaming the opium dreams … Continue reading A Poem for National Poetry Day
As the sun came out I decided that Alban Elfed would be a good day to go for my first walk in the woods since Marmite died. It was a little bitter sweet but I definitely needed the fresh air and to see the start of the changing of the season for myself. Now for … Continue reading Walking the Day Away
Today is the Autumn Equinox, which I refer to as Alban Elfed. So currently Damh the Bard is playing in the background and I am curled up on the couch with a blanket, crocheting. Later there will be baking, wine and candlelight.
Wilfred Owen is probably the best know of the WWI poets and his death, which occurred during the Allied attempt to retake the Sambre-Oise Canal just 8 days before the armistice was signed has come to symbolise the dreadful waste of war. Owen wrote the majority of his poems between August 1917 and September 1918. … Continue reading WWI: Fifty two months, fifty two posts – 50 – Smile, Smile, Smile
A most excellent response to David Starkey’s appalling comments about ugly female historians:
This week historian David Starkey, was quoted as saying: ‘
‘The only chance I have of being on TV again is if I were very ugly. I think only old, ugly women can get on TV. Like Mary Beard,’
What a delight!
But it may come as a surprise to many (who have probably heard a few of my feminist rants or seen me light up your tellybox briefly, championing the women’s suffrage movement) to hear that I owe David Starkey, historian and broadcaster, a great debt.
He has been my teacher for many a year, and in the last couple of days I’ve found out that I keep learning valuable lessons from him.
So where to begin? We might as well start with a thirteen-year-old girl, who loved history, and had grown out of Horrible Histories. I found Starkey’s biography on Elizabeth I on a bookshelf…
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Marmite, most beloved of hounds, has taken her last walk. She has been with me, faithful and true, for 13 yrs 7 months and I will miss her more than words can say. You were the best dog a girl could be blessed with, darling one, and you will live in my heart forever.
A look at the major events in the conflict during July 1918: July 1st The US troop transport ship USS Covington is torpedoed by German submarine U-86 off Brest, France. July 3rd Turkish Sultan Mohammed V of the Ottoman Empire dies at the Yildiz Palace in Constantinople and is succeeded by his brother Mohammed VI. … Continue reading WWI: Fifty two months, fifty two posts – 48 – Another Month of War
and funnily enough I'm celebrating by writing! Although I'm currently working on a first draft of an Arthurian themed novel that's been bouncing around in my head for years and now has decided its time has come I have also written something else today which I wanted to share. This poem is only on the … Continue reading Today is National Writing Day
Or rather Carillion has made me redundant, so I am now a free human. I will miss my boss and colleagues terribly as not only were they great to work with but they believed in me at a time when I didn’t believe in myself and their confidence enabled me to find my self-confidence and … Continue reading Dobby is a Free Elf!
But the last eight months have been more exhausting than the previous two years and although the end is now near (there has to be a limit on how long employees can remain employed by an insolvent company) I still do not know exactly when it will be. Which means - since this level of … Continue reading I still aten’t dead …