FIXTURES Don’t get me wrong, I’d love nothing more than to commune with Mother Nature. But what can I do? It’s out of my hands: Nigeria are playing Croatia. . What’s that? Another meal on your own? You’re quite right, there is nothing bleaker. But this is the big one. I’ve waited all day. Switzerland […]
October Poem The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole seasons on a single day. The spring-time holds her white and purple dear; October, lavish, flaunts them far and near; The summer charily her reds doth lay Like jewels on her costliest array; […]
‘September’. Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days Gleaned by the year in autumn’s harvest ways, With here and there, blood-tinted as an ember, Some crimson poppy of a late delight Atoning in its splendor for the flight Of summer blooms and joys This is September. Lucy Maud Montgomery (1874-1942) is best-known for her […]
The Lake Isle of Innisfree . I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made. Nine bean rows will I have there and a hive for the honey-bee, And live all alone in the bee loud glade . And I shall have some […]
My heart aches and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past and Lethe – wards had sunk. Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, That thou, light winged Dryad of […]
Adlestrop . Yes, I remember Adlestrop – The name because one afternoon Of heat the express train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. . The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop – only the name . And […]
Pippa’s Song The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn, Morning’s at seven, The hillside’s dew-pearl’d, The lark’s on the wing, The snail’s on the thorn, God’s in His heaven – All’s right with the world. Robert Browning (1812-1889) . Saturday 1st April 2023 Southern Combination Premier Division Steyning Town 1 Jack Barnes […]
Saint Valentines Day Massacre . What did I ever do to Dorothy Prewitt? She sent me a heart with an arrow right through it! So … if she wants war (well I didn’t begin it) I’ll draw her a heart with an axe buried in it! . by Philip Waddell Wednesday 1st February 2023 […]
Ozymandias I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped […]