2006
The Widow-Bride
2006
The Widow-Bride
My tragi-joyous cortege floats along
The cobweb-flowered aisle of my crypt
A funeral lament my wedding march
For death himself tonight will be my groom
A greying shroud will make my marriage gown
A tattered winding-sheet my bridal veil
An iridiscent tiara webbed by spider feet
A faded lily bouquet crumbles softly away
2006
Me, Myself, and I.
This is in effect a draft. This is a piece that I have been writing for the Life Writing part of my course, to tie in with an essay which I am writing on multiple selves and multiple truths in Sylvia Plath, Elizabeth Wurtzel and Jenny Diski. It still needs revision, but this is its first outing…..
2006
You do not do black shoe(s)
This was from a ten-minute writing exercise in class last week, about a pair of shoes……this kind of came out by accident, as we had just been reading some Plath….sorry Sylvia, but it's tribute, not parody. I had the idea of an elderly woman looking at her late husband's dancing shoes……..
2006
Silent Poetry Reading

WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2006.
WHERE: Your blog.
WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Brigid, otherwise known as Imbolc.
HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favourite poet or one of your own - to post to your blog on February 2.
2006
Sanguine Surrender- for Sally
White porcelaineous unbroken
Delicate china-hued expanse
Tender, inviting, unsullied
undefiled by human hand
All too perfect pristine temptress
taunting, teasing her defloration
prostituting her blessed purity
courting bloody apotheosis
Silken slicing shimmering blade
Silvery lines give carmine trails
Welling scarlet subdue the pain
With knife I crucify again
2006
Oops!!!
Should have added to the post below that the Pagan Moot is upstairs at The Morecambe Hotel, Lord Street Morecambe, and starts at 8pm on Saturday.
2006
The Once and Future King?
boyfriend and I are off to see the weird and wonderful King Uther Pendragon, self-proclaimed King, who apparently once gloried in the name of Timothy, speak, at the Morecambe Pagan Moot tomorrow. When we asked Nick and Wendy, in whose pub it takes place, what he was talking about, they admitted ‘they haven’t got a clue, but it should be entertaining’.



