When Abraham raised his hand to strikeWhat terror filled Isaac’s heartThe knife would be plunged with all Abe’s mightBut the patriarch knew he’d cause God’s delightAnd nothing mattered more Have you seen a child eyes wide with fearHave you heard the laboured breathThe form of that first innocent tearThe role of protector becoming quite unclearStrange … Continue reading Issac
Pogue, Having written Where Do The Birds Go (The Bigger Question)? and finished with the words; Leaving us no guiltLet’s not remember That evil prevails when good menNotice not I came across a poem entitled Let Them Not Say by Jane Hirshfield in my reading today. For me, it had taken what I had said … Continue reading Let Them Not Say.
The mongoose danced the circle againThe cobra swayed and spatThe tango of death played onYet I have to askWhat profit the mongoose should it the victor be? It knows not what drives it into conflictBut this has always been the way‘It’s what I do’ it would want to say The cat that kills the birdLeaving … Continue reading The Mongoose
There’s an original thought out there It’s mine It’s not yoursIt’s out amongst the stars And on the breezeIt whisper in the trees with the leaves sing alongSo leave it alone becauseIt’s not yours to have It took more years than you’ve known To bring it to lifeMore experience than you’ve gained To breath in … Continue reading Thought
Pogue, I thought I’d try to write a poem, inspired by the poets I read on WordPress. Tell me what you think. Should I write another🤔? I thought I knew me But now I know I didn’t. And you could do no better and know no more For just when I was ready to reveal … Continue reading Lazarus
Hi Pogue, I have never reblogged someone else’s post before but I want to indulge you in a poem that I think is just really good. It’s so good that I’ve sat and copied it into a letter that you’re now reading🤗 One to stick on your fridge with some of those wise sayings you … Continue reading Just Because I like it…
Been a few weeks since I wrote to you a letter about a book Pogue, but I have been reading. It’s a particular time of year in England. November, the leaves are vacating the trees, the air has a chill in the morning and we remember. We’ve just passed by Remembrance Sunday. We’ve worn our … Continue reading Been Reading