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    Friday, 29 September 2017

     On Michaelmas Day, a scene from Entertaining Angels (unedited novel in long term abeyance).   Briefly: Sibyl was born to mixed race Dubliners at the beginning of WW1. Whilst her mother was as Irish as Guinness, her father's fo
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    Friday, 22 September 2017

      Photo: Bill Cooper for Birmingham Royal Ballet      You tied my strings and bade me dance, You weren't the first, you know, My cradle rocked to others’ tunes and primed the scene just so   Between the Then and No
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    Sunday, 09 July 2017

        The Still Point   I went through hoops for you We went through hoops together You went through hoops for me oblivious of the tether You wore your silver chain that sang of slavish irons I wore my golden crucifix the mark of f
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    Sunday, 04 June 2017

        Poem on the first Feast of Pentecost They don't know what comes next. They are trembling, assembled together for comfort, confused, bereft, vulnerable, exposed to hostile forces, on the edge of unbeing. They've nothing to bless the
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    Wednesday, 24 May 2017

                                      Pippa Passes - John Butler Yeats     ...a quaint notion, minted in the early years of the 19th centur

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Monika Schott A rickety bridge
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Thanks, Di.
Diane Rampertshammer A rickety bridge
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Pure poetry - very evocative - you are a painter with words..Di
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Thanks for the comments. Rosy -- I look at this sort of social conversation as a healthful thing for...
Rosy Cole First Song
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This is almost like a memory of birth, reviving those sensations, but translated in imagistic terms....
Rosy Cole Lamenting the Lost Art of Conversation
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Oh Ken, how rare that is! A gift. What a lovely sojourn in the byways and an unexpected exchange of ...

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