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Red for danger
Lady Lilith, by Rossetti A bit disappointing I said to the glass, It’s not really orange, it almost has class… It’s still bright and vivid, I have to concede, But a rather more virulent shade’s what I...
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Terms of Endearment
Persephone & Demeter, Susan Seddon Boulet I have had many nicknames over the years, from the inevitable adolescent reflections on my anatomy, an avenue we will not explore here...
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Silence
In a silence broken only by breath Words lose their sound; Spill their essence on the pristine page Or curl in tendrils through a mind undone, Fleeing logic on wings of fantasy. Fabled spectres rear...
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The Story Tellers Art
A guest post by my friend and co-author Stuart France In ‘Sunken Cities’ the author, A.J. North, contends that in Math the son of Mathonwy, one of the Four Branches of the Mabinogion, we have an...
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Crucible of the Sun, a new book by Stuart France
Big Chief Hawthorn, for it was he to whom Gwythyr had been speaking, laughed aloud once more, “The boar to whom you gave such fervent pursuit, was none other than my noble son, Eanna-of-the-Harps, and...
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Ginger nuts
I blame the hotel with its tea tray So tempting just laid there , you know While the shortbread could happily linger, The ginger nuts just had to go. I had made up a nice cup of coffee To revivify me...
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Crucible of the Sun
“If a worthy lord you wish to be, then tho’ you be young, do not deride the elderly; nor the poor tho’ you be wealthy nor the lame tho’ you be swift nor the dull tho’ you be clever nor the sick tho’...
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Homage
It was Albert that started the problem, With his ill-fated ‘osses ‘ead stick And Wallace, the somnolent lion, Who swallowed the lad double quick. I grew up on Marriott Edgar, And the musket Sam...
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Hearts and flowers
I could send a Valentine greeting, but you know, that is not on the cards I will just have to leave hearts and flowers to all the romantics and bards. There will not be a candlelit supper, nor bottles...
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Hair of the dog
I’ve washed the walls, and mopped the soggy puddle off the floor And cleaned the bathtub and the sink and six foot up the door… We had a bath, the dog and I, before we went to sleep Not both at once,...
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Doughnuts
I shall tell thee a tale o’ when I were a lass And came nobbut as ‘igh as tha knee When t’owd Yorkist Range were black-leaded and ‘ot And Great Granny was baking fer tea. “Can I bake with you,...
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Growing season
Is there time enough to walk the landscape of the heavy heart When springtime’s pastures beckon and adventure calls? Should we run laughing out to greet them in the morning light Or close the door...
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Wash ‘n’ go
I took a book into the bathtub today It is something I used to like doing, But over the past many years, I would say I’ve grown expert at high speed shampooing. ‘Me time’ a concept that just passed me...
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Giants Dance…
Giants Dance: Rhyme and Reason A new book from Stuart France and Sue Vincent “…The boy speaks softly to the tree, caressing the ancient yew with the hands of a lover, seeking acquiescence and...
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Brunch
Me and the dog had a sandwich for brunch (Well, for me it was breakfast, for her it was lunch.) She follows me into the kitchen like glue Just in case I might rustle up something to chew. You don’t...
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Mayhem and black coffee
It’s just at the moment when everything’s manic, The clock’s ticking fast and you’re starting to panic, Repeating your lines while the iron is steaming And even for god’s sake, when sleeping and...
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Listening to the wind
Sleepless, I lay listening to the wind, wondering what it whispered and whence it came. It moved around the house, insinuating itself through the half open window, stealing across the bed to rattle...
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Paper wings
In sleepless silence night mourns the dreaming lost to a fallen star. Shadows chase the ghosts of morning, ever seeking to consume them, jealous of their light. Paper wings flutter unheeded to the...
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Like a spear that roars for blood
And Greidyawl-the-Wise came into the clearing where sat Gwythyr surrounded by all the birds and animals, and he took from Gwythyr’s grasp the harp of Tertiu-the-Melodious. “Like a spear that roars for...
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The ubiquitous gazetteer
Yesterday, when I wasn’t editing, I spent writing the gazetteer for Doomsday, the new book whose final words have just been committed to paper. Readers will have gathered that the adventures of the...
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