Originally posted on writing in north norfolk:
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…
Month: August 2015
What is a bad poem?
According to a Penguin Random House post on Facebook this morning, today is National Bad Poetry Day. I’m not sure if that applies to the UK or to the USA, but it got me thinking. What is bad poetry? How do you recognise it? Everyone has their own subjective feelings about poetry; it’s almost impossible […]
I wanted to share this Mark Grist clip with you
This link to Mark Grist’s Spoken word clip: A Girl Who Reads on YouTube was shared on Facebook. I’ve met Mark, seen him perform his poems live and he’s great.
Thinking about Shakespeare’s sonnets
While browsing through WordPress posts today, I noticed that chyfrin seems to be going through a Shakespeare phase. I am a huge Shakespeare fan and loved teaching his plays and sonnets. While explaining the structure, metre and content of sonnets to a group of Year 10 students, I wrote the following. They also had a go and […]
Another wet Norfolk day
Did I mention it was raining this morning? The sky is grubby, not a patch of blue, raindrops drip from every leaf in a garden full of trees, shrubs and bushes, not to mention the grass, and Tosca has gone outside for the first time since we took her to the vet on Friday. She […]
Elephant Skin – a new poem
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 […]
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 […]
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