Your gaze your smile,your frown,your glee.
And if I want to know the rest
The shape your posture’s made is best
For saying what your life is now.
A look,a gesture,all this show.
Till all you are is then disclosed
And I am in your arms enrobed.
Love vanishes when analysed
And thinking too’ by Love’s despised
Use the means to fit the end
And then I’ll be what you intend.
When Mary joined her art class she found there was a very interesting man called Brian who came from Burnley. Brian’s work was excellent although none of the students adventured beyond Constable in their paintings. But then who could go beyond Constable?
But why should dear old people be made to confront modern and post modern thoughts and feelings? Even Gustav Munch was really beyond the pale. Was he trying to warn us?
I suppose that people like to retain the idea of the world as in some sense orderly and beautiful with patterns that can be discovered by scientists or artists. The idea that these patterns are not real that they may be imposed by us and that now we no longer have the strength or faith to do that is a subject for discussion Mary decided.
These people had lived through world war II and had served their country like Brian who had worked on radar in the Edison light bulb factory in Eastern Enfield.
The Germans were not totally deceived by it being called a light bulb factory and the area was bombed heavily; fortunately Brian’s landlady had a very strong house with a cellar so fortunately the dear man had been saved
Mary was nervous because unlike the other students she had only taken up art when she was almost 60 years old. But anyone who does that is very brave she told herself sensitively.
But it’s not always a bad thing to be nervous.. perhaps it’s essential to be so every time you start a fresh creation
After spending half an hour looking at the blank sheet of drawing paper Mary took up pencil and began to sketch the seabird made of wood that she had taken with her to the class that morning.
Ate we meant to put the shadows in she asked Deli the art teacher
Yes do. Shadows as re what make things real as Jung certainly saido maybe in a different language. No not Chinese,Margaret.
Actually once Mary started it wasn’t as frightening as she had imagined. And soon it was time for the coffee break
In the kitchen of the ancient and beautiful house the student sat round a large pine table to drink their instant coffee. Mary had never realised before how much she hated it as a drink and so she thought she would pour it over some plants in pots when nobody was looking rather than waste it completely m
Brian told everyone that he had been to Morrison’s and to his surprise he found a bottle of wine there exactly so was one he had bought at an expensive wine tasting experience he had gone to in Central London
Millicent and Mimie two old friends who lived near the Catholic church in Holbrook Green 🍏 seem to feel scandalised
Did you buy any send Millicent
Of course I did said Brian. I bought three.
You should have seen the expression on Millicent’s first she was utterly critical as of unmarried or widowed older men buying wine.
Will Mary said,Wine is very useful when you are entertaining.
And heard Brian murmur quietly.
Especially when you are entertaining yourself
He had a little grin on his
Was very handsome thin bony and handsome face. In the sun his hair almost looked like fuse wire. Perhaps Millicent was trying to hide her attraction towards him as no doubt he was the best losing man in the art class which wasn’t difficult because there was only one other one there the rest of the students were all female.)
What’s a lovely sense of humour he had
Then they heard a little voice saying
I’d like to try some of that wine Brian.
They looked tound but they could not see anybody Was this the still small voice that Elijah heard on the mountain?
Then they look down the room and saw a little black cat smiling. They had never seen a cat previously but then life can be very surprising sometimes thank goodness
Emile cried Mary what on earth are you doing here?
You forgot to take your senior citizens bus pass so I thought I would come on the bus with it to meet you down here.
I’m surprised that they let you use my bus pass when you were not a human being
Well they’re so used to The madness of the current era and our government in particular that they don’t seem to notice now whether we’re people animals or even spirits from the next world.
I came in a cab, Mary revealed,because I had to carry my art materials with me.
Oh said Emile, I don’t mind going in a cab.
Millicent and Mimi were looking at Mary as if she was a complete lunatic. The truth was revealed to all
Well some people bring their partner to the art class but not many bring their cat. And a talking cat is a very rare phenomenon in Britain ell
Have you brought your art materials Emile?
Mary has not bought me any art materials but if you let me have some of your paint I can make a picture using my paws.
No said Deli. We can’t risk getting pains on these wonderful old floors.
Don’t worr I’ve got some.socks since I can put on after I finished the painting
Or I had borrow some pastels
Mary already had a stramge reputation among the old folks so now they’re thought she was completely bonkers but the truth was that Emile was worried that Mary was falling in love with Brian and Emile did not want Mary to find a new partner unless he was absolutely certain this man would accept him as an equal in the houshould
I hate to say this said the art teacher to Mary but your cat is better at art than you are!!
Well it certainly looks post modern Mary answered. Do you think that people would buy these?
Saatchi maybe? Or maybe the king would like to buy one?
Well you never know do you?
It takes all sorts to make a world
And so say all of us
Was anyone buy emiles picture?
You have to wait 10 years for the next exciting instalment to be published. Why not write it yourself so that you can put your own experience in as you may have an even more strain story than Mary’s
Once i wrote a villanelle a day.
Little songs about the grief I knew
When you cannot sing then you must pray.
Sentences are holy, words can play.
Every day I wrote my song anew
I used to write a villanelle each day.
Donkeys cannot sing but they can bray.
Words and rhythmics sounds act as a cue.
When you cannot sing that then you must pray
Once I broke the law by being gay.
I tell a lie,I’ve told noone but you
I used to write a villanelle a day.
You cannot buy creation on eBay
Teaching learning singing how to choose?
When I cannot sing I like to pray
Will you be my negative ok?
Capable of nothing, tears are dew
Once I wrote a villanelle a day
I’d rather be in bed with a mild flu
When I cannot sing I like to pray
I once wrote a villanelle each day
I apologise for loving you too much
We never learned to balance the see-saw
In modern times the lovers should go Dutch
Two lonely lovers with a single crutch
Each one having many curious flaws
I apologise for loving you too much
What ever did I do to merit touch?
Then I was too careless with the salt
In modern times the lovers should go Dutch
We should measure what we speak at lunch
Then we weigh the sentences that spilt
I apologise for loving you too much
Maths and stats are useful in the lurch
Equality of signs and numbers,bills
In modern times the lovers should go Dutch
,
Let the mouth be silent, keep quite still
Love is rarely used when writing Wills
I apologise for loving you so much
In modern times we lovers cannot touch
I wish we were on Easby Moor again
Or looking down the hill of Hasty Bank
The feel of scented flowers where we had lain
We closed our eyes and into bliss we sank
I wish we were near Saltburn on the sands.
I wish we were near Redcar on the coast.
The butterflies, the seagulls and the Band
Your mother liked the sea and sand the most.
Your father liked the hills and heather moors.
You were torn between them, now you’re gone
Your mother bough some honey for her store
Breathing northern air my loving one
When we got to Stamford you were low
Suburban London where no waters flow
I wish we were in Cleveland on the hills
We have to work in London for the bills.
The emperor got in trouble for his clothes.
Apparently he had none,rumour goes
Even a wise man who knows the truth
Says clothes can make a man look less uncouth.
When you’ve been invisible for years
You cannot understand the eyes that stare
But now he knows he’s visible to all
He’s meeting Donald Trump before the Fall.
Whatever way he jumps the media scream
He’s got special glasses that don’t steam.
They only cost £2,000 a pair
Universal credit helps all there
He’ll be an oap in 3 more years
He’ll get pension credit I am sure.
And on the strength of that I’m sure he’ll get
A loan from Rachel Reeves to buy the specs
Maybe he’s disabled, there’s a grant
To help them have a bath and put on pants.
I’m sure he’s very wealthy all the same t
It seems to drive the envious insane.
If one friend cannot give another cash.
The world will end in violence… oh.it has
The Middle East is screaming, wild with grief
Close the curtain now we have to leave.
I don’t know who it was that wrote this play
Holy Moses tablets were just clay
Though you are old and may not live forever
Even in one minute you may do some things creative
You may visit someone lonely and save them from further distress
You may smile at young mother struggling with a baby
You might feed someone who is unwell or depressed
The importance of the future is not that you are going to do something amazing like discover a new continent or a new planet
Importance is not measured only by those huge measures
Touching someone’s heart for a moment it’s very important ….
We do still have a future when we’re old even if it’s only one day and on that day just being alive and experiencing it is worthwhile
Do more of what you like
There are still flowers in the garden don’t ignore them
And the trees are still green you will see them turning when this rain stops.
Even one tiny action
Triggers off reverberations like when you throw a pebble into upon and you see the waves spreading in the water
Evening we don’t know about it we may have already helped someone to know
Share a meal it doesn’t have to be expensive
Open your heart and your door
Everybody is important
We have to be open to surprise
A perception, a conception change can happen at any moment
Do not leave us for your lonely grave
Do not leave us here when you are gone
Do not leave my heart in blood to bathe
We need your kindness your work is not yet done
Do not leave a sister all alone
Do not leave a brother empty sad.
You who share my skin and share my bones
Come back come back live not with the Dead
Here’s your daughter with her newborn babe
Here’s your eldest son oh mother mine
Live again live again oh stay
Do not leave us yet without a sign
The tears run down our faces but too late.
The human world’s not ours to navigate
The opposite of poverty isn’t property. The opposite of both poverty and property is community.
For in community we become rich: rich in friends, in neighbours, in colleagues, in comrades, in brothers and sisters. Together, as a community, we can help ourselves in most of our difficulties.
For after all, there are enough people and enough ideas, capabilities and energies to be had. They are only lying fallow, or are stunted and suppressed. So let us discover our wealth; let us discover our solidarity; let us build up communities; let us take our lives into our own
hands, and at long last out of the hands of the people who want to dominate and exploit us.”
― Jürgen Moltmann, The Source of Life: The Holy Spirit and the Theology of Life
http://www.online-literature.com/yeats/
Extract
Poetry: full of his nature and his visions
Fresh from school and in his early twenties now, I was full of thought, often very abstract thought, longing all the while to be full of images, because I had gone to the art school instead of a university.”—from his memoir Four Years (1887-1891) (1921). The Yeats were now living in London in Bedford Park where Yeats’ aesthetic sensibility was oftentimes offended by the ubiquitous red brick, however their home was the lively gathering place for their many writer and artist friends to discuss politics, religion, literature, and art. Around this time Yeats met George Bernard Shaw and William Ernest Henley, editor of London’s The National Observer who became a friend and mentor. He also met many of the other up-and-coming authors and poets of his generation and writes of one in his memoir “My first meeting with Oscar Wilde was an astonishment. I never before heard a man talking with perfect sentences, as if he had written them all over night with labour and yet all spontaneous.”(ibid). In the year 1890 he and Ernest Rhys founded the London-based Rhymers Club. Yeats’ pre-Raphaelite inspired The Wanderings of Usheen [Oisin] and other Poems was published in 1889, which included “The Ballad of Moll Magee”, the traditional Irish song “Down By The Salley Gardens” and “The Stolen Child”.
Yeats was often homesick for Ireland, of which his poem “The Lake Isle of Innisfree” was one of the results,
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Though he visited Sligo almost every summer, he also kept a busy schedule in London: when he was not attending lectures or meetings with the Club, he spent time in the British Museum of Natural History doing research for such collaborations as Fairy and Folk Tales of the Irish Peasantry (1888), Irish Fairy Tales (1892), and A Book of Irish Verse (1895). He was often shy around women but made the acquaintance of many who became friends including poet Katharine Tynan (1861-1931) and Madame Blavatsky (1831-1891), founder of the Theosophical Society of which Yeats joined in 1888. A year later he met his muse and source of unrequited love; poet, feminist, actress, and revolutionary Maud Gonne (1865-1953).
The Abbey Theatre and Beyond
In 1894 Yeats met friend and patron Lady Augusta Gregory (1852-1932) of Coole Park and thus began their involvement with The Irish Literary Theatre which was founded in 1899 in Dublin. (It would become the Abbey Theatre in 1904). As its chief playwright, one of the first plays to be performed there was Yeats’ Cathleen ni Houlihan, with Gonne in the title role. The Abbey Theatre, also known as the National Theatre of Ireland, opened in December of 1904 and became the flagship for leading Irish playwrights and actors. Yeats’ On Baile’s Strand was one of its first productions. Of his many dramatic and successful works to follow, The Countess Cathleen (1892), The Land of Heart’s Desire (1894) and The King’s Threshold (1904) are among his best known. When Synge died in 1909 Yeats helped to finish his manuscript for Deirdre of the Sorrows. In 1911 the Abbey Theatre embarked on a tour of the United States.
As a successful poet and playwright now, in 1903 Yeats went on his first lecture tour of the United States, and again in 1914, 1920, and 1932. Yeats and his sisters started the Cuala Press in 1904, which would print over seventy titles by such authors as Ezra Pound, Rabindranath Tagore, Elizabeth Bowen, Jack and John Yeats, and Patrick Kavanagh, before it closed in 1946. At the age of forty-six, in 1911, Yeats met Georgie (George) Hyde Lees (1892-1968) and they married on 20 October, 1917. They had two children; Anne (born 1919) and for whom he wrote “A Prayer for My Daughter”;
May she be granted beauty and yet not
Beauty to make a stranger’s eye distraught,
Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,
Being made beautiful overmuch,
Consider beauty a sufficient end,
Lose natural kindness and maybe
The heart-revealing intimacy
That chooses right, and never find a friend.
Michael was born on 22 August 1921, for whom Yeats wrote “A Prayer for My Son”;
Bid a strong ghost stand at the head
That my Michael may sleep sound,
Nor cry, nor turn in the bed
Till his morning meal come round;
And may departing twilight keep
All dread afar till morning’s back.
Sitting all alone in an unknown coffee shop
My shoes were full of water, I wasn’t really there
I was trapped inside the greenhouse, emitting a red stare
Now I have no handbag, I’m carrying a mop
I’m going to the library I am feeling quite unreal
I said I’d meet my sister, I could tell her how I feel.
In my cappuccinos the fosm has just congealed
I don’t like the books here not even enough to steal.
I went to an exhibition, the price was rather high
I thought that it was textiles I hope they will be silk
But see there’s Tracey Emin, she’s embroidering a quilt
I can look upwards I can see the starry sky
I’m sitting in the coffee shop, I don’t like that milk
I suppose I better drink it or I will surely wilt
I wish I were on Orrest Head again.
I wish that my own sisters were still here.
I’d like to see the lake below me now.
The largest longest lake it’s Windermere.
I wish that I were getting off the train
With my old school friends and all our gear
The first and best of all my holidays.
I’d like to take the boat on Windermere.
I wish I were in Ambleside today.
I’d like to hire a boat that we could steer
I’d see the river Rothay gurgling in
At the Northern end of Windermere.
My sisters and my mother, they have gone.
But drifting on the lake,I smile again
It seems that without bodily presence which can be felt without necessarily making a demand
Without bodily presence when the only presence is in writing
There seems to be no way that that can be shared without being a demand of some sort
And so what is most important cannot be experienced
So everything in our modern culture our modern media where we can phone or email or message someone we are always making a demand on them
We could be in the same house
Absorbed in something else
And simply be a presence
This problem is insoluble and therefore eternal or everlasting.
A problem cannot be solved on the same level on which it exists
The answer must be that there is no answer
Alice in Wonderland was a book not a letter.
Did Sylvia create a new false self to respond to her mother’s letters?
That self has survived where she did not.
Could you be cruel enough to let your real self survive ?
Can I wear jeans when I’m 80?
Socks when I’m 79?
Can I wear coats when I’m 90?
Smoke a pipe when I’m in a decline?
Who makes the rules that we honour
Why are we swift to obey
We all love a mental dictator
I wonder what Hitler would say?
I like to bring cheer by my dressing
I don’t wear old clothes full of holes
A bit of embroidery helps me
Put me in velvet and call me a mole
There’s nothing like silk to caress you
When your boyfriend and husband have left
If you can’t afford to wear silken dresses
You can afford just a silk vest.
Wool is so warm in the winter
I wear it whenever I can
I like proper coats or short jackets
I think anoraks should be banned.
Padded coats are never quite flattering
I wore one once and felt faint
Well it’s always so cold at the bus stop.
I can’t wear a coat made from paint
Some people wear babies rompers
Made in a much larger size
I don’t mind at all what you wear dear
As long as you don’t make babies cry.
Now the news is all politics these days
The prime minister has got some new clothes
As long as they don’t make him Emperor
We’ll just have to see how it goes.
Your slippers might come from Harrods
Your dressing gown is Japanese
But don’t spend your money too lightly
Because money does not grow on trees
Etching, is seeking something more elusive. He’s after mist and mizzle and haze and smirr and first light on unstill seas. Shorelines that sink below the horizon and spray that obscures the sky. He is happiest out on the water in a boat chartered for a week or more. Up at half past five, striking off from some tiny place such as Inishbofin — “the most beautiful little island” — off the coast of Connemara, the engine stilled, time to draw. “It’s my idea of bliss. And the boatman’s got a little gimbaled stove, you know? And he catches some fresh mackerel and he’s got some buns and a bit of garlic and butter and he makes a big pot of coffee …” He grins. “You can keep Torremolinos.” Then, in the evenings, “lobster, chips, pints of Guinness”.
Distracting thoughts harass my heart and mind.
Like gnats that dance on ponds in bright sunshine
In the deeper waters there are fish.
How to tempt them to my little dish?
The gossips have no wisdom, they are fools.
Idle thoughts are idle, they misrule
Do not converse with your own idle thoughts
Wait in peace for wisdom has a heart
Gossip has a function in a street.
Gives us bored old folk sweet meats.
Do not introduce your careless hate.
As ,hidden in the Shadows, Satan waits
Quietly drowning in the rivers deep
The inner guide will help you dream to sleep.
The counting I prefer takes place in verse
In music, in its rhythms that please the gods.
Counting sheep and goats affects the purse
Can human made misfortunes stem the flood?
Counting metre, rhymes and beating tune
The orchestra conducts itself with Verve
The concert passes over all too soon
Leaving us at peace with happy nerves.
The lover counts the hours the days the Weeks
The worker counts the minutes till she’s free
Discounts her doubts,
she shall find what she seeks
The still small voice will guide when we can’t see.
I count myself as lucky to perceive
To learn to count and measure we deceive.
Recently I’ve been wondering how I can cut down on housework especially cleaning floors can you do it do it without ruining your life because you worry about it?
If you live alone or with just one other person there are advantages to eating in the kitchen
If you have a big kitchen and everybody in the family can eat their if you have a family
If you eat in the sitting room you’re going to get crumbs on the floor at the least and unless you clean it very frequently they might get tridden into the carpet so I have discovered.
It’s partly a question of the flooring again
If it’s a wooden floor or vinyl or tiles then it’s not so difficult to clean.
If you have a dining room with carpet on the floor that is going to be more difficult to clean than the kitchen floor
So if you eaten a kitchen you would only have to clean the kitchen floor which you will be doing anyway I hope.
Because there are a lot of rodents about.
If you have mobility problem il it’s a good idea to have waste paper baskets in each room
Of course that means emptying them. So alternatively you can keep a small plastic bag in your pocket and put any bits and pieces of rubbish into that as you go
It’s the flu season so therefore the tissue season for most of us but you can’t scatter these around after you’ve blown your nose. I can leave it to your imagination what you do with them but throwing them into the waste paper basket may not be the best idea
But you can throw wrappings and non infectious things in.
Of course eating for some people involves being in bed. Nigella Lawson loves to eat pasta in bed but I recommend that you don’t eat anything in bed and ideally you don’t eat anything in the bedroom. But you can drink tea or wine or even brandy in bed or in the bedroom.
Otherwise imagine all the cleaning you have to do the bedroom……. full of crumbs or spilt milk ditto the living room or the dining room and the kitchen is possibly quite clean
So all that can be done away with and you can just clean the kitchen floor it’s not difficult if you have a lightweight vacuum cleaner or a long handled brush
Sweeping is exercise and it doesn’t use electricity so that’s what I recommend.
Returning to the bedroom my if your home is small you may need to use the bedroom for office work. So definitely need a waste paper basket. And while it’s tempting to throw use tissues about it’s a temptation that you must not succumb to
Why, you might catch an infection from yourself!
Don’t give yourself covid-19 keep your tissues in a plastic Bagvwhen you’ve used them until you can dispose of them in a lidded bin
But do not put them down the toilet because they don’t dissolve in water whereas toilet paper does
That gives me an idea why not use toilet paper to blow your nose? Certainly while you’re at home you had it unless you got a really bad cold and you think the tissue:s going to disintegrate.
It could be cheaper as well to use toilet paper.
And talk about saving efforts on housework never throw anything down the toilet such as medication that you don’t need ,bread, worn out ballpoint pens etc you will be amazed if you ever speak to people who work as plumbers or sewage experts as I once did and people do sometimes put a whole loaf of bread down the toilet now I can’t imagine the thinking behind that unless the dustbin is full. But most people in England have special small bins for disposing of food waste.
Cut down on your rubbish by using non-disposable items as much as possible such as kitchen cloths instead of kitchen paper etc
Cut down on your washing by wearing an apron. If you do anything from painting to cleaning to washing the car wear something over your clothing
My husband had a very nice denim apron although I’m not sure if he wore this outside in the street probably because he never washed the car himself
There are still some things that men don’t want to do especially wearing aprons with flowers all over
So the main thing with housework is to avoid it by avoiding spreading mess and crumbs and dirt as much as you can without becoming obsessional.
And I believe that if you have a certain kind of tiny lightweight vacuum cleaner then you may be quite happy to vacuum your entire floors every day.
That doesn’t sound very grammatical but I think you get my drift don’t you?
Cut down on washing can you can you do this ? Yes because we wash our clothes too much. Wear your things for two days instead of one and that will be a 50% reduction and will save money. Clothes wear out faster if you keep washing them alternatively you could wear a suit of armour which would not need to go in the washing machine but if it was made of silver you might need to polish yourself every day
Well it sounds like an awful lot of work so maybe the best thing is not to bother about it at all for six days and then on the seventh a day clean everything
Btw you can change your sheets less frequently if you have a shower before you go to bed so it depends on what you prefer and on whether you can afford the hot water
Alternatively when it’s raining stand outside in the rain after you’ve got undressed. Then rub yourself down with a towel but if you live in industrial city then you may be more dirtier after that when you were before
Being sensible it may be enough to wash the sweaty parts of your body before you go to bed.
If this is too much for you just change your sheets when you can manage it and don’t worry because unless you are a coal miner you’re probably not that dirty anyway
I cannot imagine letting a dog sleep on my bed I really would need to change the sheets and dove cover a lot but I’m happy to let cats sleep on the bed
In fact I’ve got a shortage of cats.
But having pets does increase the amount of cleaning you need to do. And there is often a strange odor in a home where there are a lot of animals.
Do not spray under ar deodorant into the air if your living room smells just open the windows and put some fresh flowers in there
I wonder if rosemary would grow inside in a large pot because a rosemary or lavender bush smells wonderful maybe just in the winter time you could have it inside and then put it outside in the summer… I rather fancy that
It’s been so tiring writing this that I tl can’t do any housework today
Art by Katherine 2014
The path on Arnside Knott came to the shore
Where sea and river meet at my heart’s core
Where wild flowers grow, where butterflies float on.
The views of Lakeland Hills ,so ravishing
My heart was only half alive till then
The land surpassed imagination
I was used to mills and dirty air
Despite the heather moors and hilltops bare
Later death came near on Langdale Pike
My fingertips were hurting,feet agape
Then my toe was back on a foothold
The shadow of the mountain huge and cold
Beauty,love and death, the opera calls
Singing as we walk the danger walls
Rain falls lightly in the winter wood,
Dampening stones that make a pathway through
The overgrown, the old trees and the new.
The fragrance of the rain on grass is good
I see the acers coming into bud.
The daffodils are waving as I view.
The lily pond is lonely without you.
We used to feed a robin when we could
After Mass on Sunday mornings then
We’d drive to woods and walk to lessen strain.
But now I cannot write, I clutch your pen.
My inspiration gives me life again.
Without your hand in mine, I walk quite lame.
The dampness on my face is tears,is rain
How beautiful it was when the sun shone
And I walked with you,my dear husband, through the gardens.
How happy I was to sit with you by the lake
and to hear the water from the fountain splash.
It's our our favourite music now we cannot visit the sea
To hear the tide rush in,then fall sucking on the shingley beach.
But I see it in my minds eye.
Aldeburgh,the fishing boats go out at sunrise.
I awoke early and saw the sun across the sea
and the boats setting out in the soft light.
Dunwich,the heath filled with birds
the cliff and the beach where sometimes one can find marble
from one of the many churches washed away by the encroaching sea.
And Southwold,the marsh so quiet I heard crickets.
We went across the Blyth in the rowing boat
And saw the place from which our picture of Walberswick was painted...
If only life could be captured,slowed, for a few minutes
for us to receive the beauty and hear the sound of the sea
The everlasting music of the heart
Poetry writes us,excited us
into the silence between the words
Trees move us
to the roots of knowledge
The depths and the heights of perception
Music moves our blood
Dances it into circulation.
Later we dream of moving through The enchanted forest
The woods where nightingale sing
We see the sun sends Shadows to dance across even the brick built walls of the factory
Elusive
Productive
Conducive
To muses
What do you say to 21 eggs?
Where are the other three?
Why do eggs come in boxes of six
Because hens can’t count past six!
Why do Sainsburys sell eggs in fifteens?
Their hens are more intelligent than the others
Will egg boxes be decimalised?
Hens don’t see the point
Why are eggs good for the hair?
Because it takes ages to shampoo them out
How many eggs are in an omelette?
None,they are on the outside.
Is it a sin to steal eggs?
Yes, if they are human.
Are eggs used in warfare?
Their atoms are.
Can we measure the velocity and position of eggs?
No, but we feel it when they hit us
How my heart sings 