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 … More A Poem for National Poetry Day
This is not a post about the unidentified soldier buried in Westminster Abbey on 11 November 1920. Instead it is about a man who survived the war and whose words were lost for almost a century only to be found in an attic in Hertfordshire in 2017. Allick Ellis – who was born in Norfolk … More WWI: Fifty two months, fifty two posts – 49 – Unknown Soldier
I am finding more and more that the things I would speak about in these blog posts are already far more eloquently explained in posts on other, more prestigious, websites. So this month my post is a link to a most excellent article on the Poetry Foundation website. Wilfred Owen’s draft of Dulce Et Decorum Est with … More WWI: Fifty two months, fifty two posts – 44 –War Poems and Poets at War
Next Thursday – October 6th – is National Poetry day in the UK and the theme is Messages. Because I like joining in with celebrations related to words, I’m setting up a queue on my tumblr to post a different poem every hour between 12am and midnight of National Poetry day (so that’s 12 poems … More National Poetry Day is next week!
I found this poem, by Colette Bryce, in a book titled “Staying Alive – real poems for unreal times”. I have no idea why Colette wrote it, or what inspired her, neither have I made any attempt to find out; not wishing to lose the images the words have created in my own head. And … More World Poetry Day 2015
Well, you didn’t think I’d forgotten, did you? It will probably please you to know that I’m not going to subject you to one of my own attempts (although I do have a half finished sonnet – purportedly written by Sherlock, for John, during his years away – that seems to be calling to me … More In which I celebrate National Poetry Day
Women’s voices from WWI are often either overlooked or stereotyped – the ever cheerful VADs and Nurses at the front, the stoic, patriotic wives and mothers waiting patiently at home – or were dismissed at the time by those who fought as sentimental and lacking in understanding (Mr Sassoon, I’m looking at you here, with … More WWI: Fifty two months, fifty two posts – 2 – Scars Upon My Heart
… and so I’ve decided to post one of my favourite poems each day to my Live Journal account. If you’d like to see what has been posted so far, please click here and you’ll be taken to my LJ to see all the relevant posts, most recent first. In case you are wondering where it has … More April 2013 is National Poetry Month …
I’m pretty certain that nearly all of you will know the following lines from this poem: They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. Laurence Binyon wrote these … More For the Fallen – My favourite things – 1 of 100 – Poetry
