Archive for May, 2010

The empty Bookcase (nearly)

Posted in Authors I've read, period drama with tags , , , , , on May 17, 2010 by echostains
The journey is long behind me...

The journey is long behind me...

  

Well I finished my Flashback challenge a while ago, and I shall be writing about it (eventually).  I’ve read an assortment of books lately like ‘The worse Street in London’ by Fiona Rule (introduction by Peter Ackroyd) and the Dukan Diet by Dr pierre Dukan.  Talking of Ackroyd I have just bought Ackroyds ‘Hawksmoor’ and ‘Wolf Hall’ by Hilary Mantel, which I’ve been after for a while.  So looking forward to reading these.  I have run out of DVD’s again.  I recently bought ‘Return to Cranford’ and was bought  The Jane Austen Collection, containing Emma, Northanger Abbey and Mansfield Park – of course I watched them one after another (and I had seen them all separately before)  

Peter Ackroyd

  

I have read a few Ackroyd books Including his wonderful ‘London’, Dickens – Public life and Private Passion, Dan Leno and the Limehouse Golem.  I tried The House of Doctor Dee’ but couldn’t quite get into it. The same applied to the Clerkenwell Tales.  I feel that I am missing out a bit not being able to get into these books, so I shall have to persevere (at some point).   

poor Darcy - how he must feel it!

  

Oh and I must mention one book which I got for Christmas and keeps slipping my mind (even though I’ve read everything else and I haven’t bought anything new, – and that is Mr Darcy Vampyre by Amanda Grange.  The idea of Darcy as a vampire, – well, poor Darcy how could he endure it? living on the blood of mere mortals?

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Poem ‘In the balance’

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , on May 14, 2010 by echostains

 

ivory netsuke

The inspiration for this poem came from a collection of netsuke I saw recently in the Victoria and Albert Museum London.   Because the Japanese costume has no pockets small everyday objects were carried in pouches or boxes suspended on a cord secreted behind the obi (belt).  The netsuke was tied to the other end to prevent slippage.  These little intricately carved objects act as weight.  They are works of art in themselves and very beautiful to look at as well as being practical.

I was struck by the way a netsuke could be used as a metaphor for life.  The balance, weight – even the threads all speak about life and our experiences.

Life in suspension: the weight of cares tugging at the threads, unravelling and crashing the graven image – shattering.  It inspired me to write something, a poem perhaps.  What could be more fitting than a Haiku.

In the Balance

 

Our pathways are carved

Life whittles, chips amd fashions,

It’s knife quick and sharp.

 

Hope flies suspended

Holding fast the silken cord-

Grasps the fraying thread

 

Weighed down by lifes cares

The binding cords unravel

Our love outweighs all.

© Lynda M Roberts 2010

I have wrote a post about netsukes over on Echostains here

Poem: ‘Don’t let the Child out’

Posted in My Poetry with tags , , , , on May 8, 2010 by echostains

I was watching a film the other day.  There was a burial scene.  These words were spoken as the ashes were sprinkled.  They’re from The First epistle of  Paul to the Corinthians, Bible, 1 Corinthians 13, verse 11

When I was a child, I spake as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child:
but when I became a man, I put away
childish things. For now we see through a
glass, darkly; but then face to face: now
I know in part; but then shall I know even
as also I am known.

It got me thinking about what is childish and what isn’t.  As we get older we are expected to behave in an adult way of course, but our emotions can still be child like.  We know this, so have to suppress them.  We are encouraged from time to time not to take ourselves too seriously and to be more childlike (but not too much..)   This poem is about this suppression:-

Don’t Let the Child out

 

Freeze up the feelings to stop the drip dripping,

Filter the words and stop them from slipping

Bite back the anger that’s burning inside

Bury emotions you’re trying to hide. 

Lie to yourself and pretend you don’t care

Dodge from the spotlight of life’s tragic stare.

Just rise above it – prove you are better

Follow this formula down to the letter 

Only wear adult size stiff upper lip

Try to be sensible – don’t let this slip

Even when really you just want to shout

Stop all from seeing you let the child out.

 

© Lynda M Roberts 2010

Image by the imaginative children’s photographer Ann Geddes.  This image here