I wrote this poem after reading Cheryl Merrill’s blog on the Presidential Elephants of Zimbabwe. Elephant Skin Elephant skin Is a map Of all the places they have been All the experiences they have had Ingrained Etched In grey wrinkles, Rubs And stains. With thanks to Cheryl Merrill for the use of her photograph. See […]
Day: August 17, 2015
I was reminded of this by meredith84’s drawing ‘The long goodbye’
When I saw meredith84’s drawing, its strong lines and round shapes reminded me of a love poem I wrote some time ago. I can imagine the drawing being developed into a piece of sculpture. Stone When you are gone I am like a solitary stone On the shore, Washed up by the sea, Threatening in […]
Books are not dead
An interesting BBC article. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-33717596?SThisFB
And now back to work
Today I must get back to my novel, The Haunted Tide. My main character, fourteen-year-old Lily, is tormented by voices that seem to come from the sea; she has just embarked on her first relationship with a boy she really likes; and a new girl has started at school, a bully who is targeting Lily. While […]
Now this is priceless
The other clip that cheered me up this morning was shared on Facebook by a very old friend of mine. I love trees. They are my favourite plant on the whole of this beautiful planet, followed closely by herbs, tulips and honeysuckle. My favourite place to live would be in a wood or forest, near […]
I had those Monday morning blues until…
For the first time in ages I managed to go back to bed and get a bit more sleep – and then I got up in a panic. While catching up on the Internet, I discovered two links which made my morning. The first one is a clip of what BBC Radio 4 continuity announcers […]
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