The Parting, by Michael Drayton

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part Nay, I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That this so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be…

love storm, by D.H. Lawrence

Many roses in the wind Are tapping at the window-sash. A hawk is in the sky; his wings Slowly begin to plash. The roses with the west wind rapping Are torn away, and a splash Of red goes down the billowing air. Still hangs the hawk, with the whole sky moving Past him–only a wing-beat…

The Foreboding, by Robert Graves

Looking by chance in at the open window I saw my own self seated in his chair With gaze abstracted, furrowed forehead Unkempt hair. I thought that I had suddenly come to die, That to a cold corpse this was my farewell, Until the pen moved slowly upon paper And tears fell. He had written…

summer storms

My dad once told me, about 20 years ago, that the weather comes in cycles, every 10 years or so. Okay, so climate change has kind of made that regularity change somewhat, or so I would have thought! However, I got a notification this morning about a memory I had on Facebook 9 years ago…

quote: Rumi

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about things going badly. Let the lover be. – From Essential Rumi

Invictus, by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and…

ode to Sinead and Jake

When you told me you were getting married, I smiled in disbelief… after all these years?! I’m sure that even your parents felt some relief. You two aren’t a typical whirlwind romance, But rather, slow burners – giving your love a real chance. I didn’t imagine either of you as the “fairytale wedding” types But…

A. E. Housman: A Shropshire Lad

From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither; here am I. Now – for a breath I tarry Nor yet disperse apart – Take my hand quick and tell me, What have you in your heart. Speak now, and I will answer; How shall…

Living without societal constraints

I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up…