Monthly Archives: March 2016

‘ And I sold her and took my fee. . . ‘

My Madonna I haled me a woman from the street,    Shameless, but, oh, so fair! I bade her sit in the model’s seat    And I painted her sitting there. I hid all trace of her heart unclean;    I pain… Source: … Continue reading

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Saint Judas

Saint Judas When I went out to kill myself, I caught A pack of hoodlums beating up a man. Running to spare his suffering, I forgot My name, my number, how my day began, How soldiers milled around t… Source: … Continue reading

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Mary Mary – quite Contrary

Not sure what it is, but perhaps the coming of Spring/Summertime, a change of circumstance;  Life and death – indeed it has been a bitter/ sweet last few months/years – but I know and can feel that something within me … Continue reading

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The Morning after the Night Before …

The Thunder, Perfect Mind   For I am the first and the last. I am the honoured one and the scorned one. I am the whore and the holy one. I am the wife and the virgin. I am <the … Continue reading

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A Rarity of Days…

This is a little late, I know.  However, I wanted to share the poem [ I am a big fan of John Donne], and a link to another wonderful blog by A Clerk of Oxford, as well as few other … Continue reading

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Saint Judas

Saint Judas When I went out to kill myself, I caught A pack of hoodlums beating up a man. Running to spare his suffering, I forgot My name, my number, how my day began, How soldiers milled around the garden … Continue reading

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“This is the pause between asleep and awake. . . “

The Spring Equinox Now is the pause between asleep and awake: Two seasons take A colour and quality each from each as yet. The new stage-set Spandril, column and fan of spring is raised against the winter backdrop. Murrey and … Continue reading

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