We all have poems that stay with us, don’t we? I remember finding “Leisure” in my Grandmother’s copy of Palgrave’s Golden Treasury. It was the most beautiful little book. A hardback in the kind of green that reminds me of meadows and paddocks. So here, to escape into poetry for a few minutes, is “Leisure” by W.H. Davies:
Autumn has arrived! Scrumptiously cooler days are here, and with them come darker evenings. And what do darker evenings mean? They mean it’s time for the season of indoor entertainment.
It’s beginning to look a lot like autumn! I swear I wasn’t going to say the “C” word. I promise. Now that autumn is here and there are less than three months until The Festivity That Shall Not Be Named, I am already wanting to bring some loveliness into our home. Mr. Juniper could be heard exclaiming, “But it’s not … Read More
This is a poem that I came across thanks to a certain YA novel. It’s a poem that I feel I need to keep coming back to; like there’s something more to find each time. So here is “There’s a certain Slant of light” by Emily Dickinson to wind its way through your mind for a few minutes. Can you spot … Read More
A few weeks ago, I sat down and looked through my memory boxes. There in amongst photographs and letters was a bra to remember.
Because if this makes it to publication, I’ll send a copy of Raising Unicorns to the editor with the most votes.