Annabel Lee (There’s a Ghost in my Post)

First of a new series of past posts revisited. I came across this poem by Edgar Allan Poe, (1809 – 1849) the American mystery and horror writer. The poem is about Poe’s first love Annabel Lee and it is the last completed poem Poe ever wrote. The subject, as well as being about lost love,Continue reading “Annabel Lee (There’s a Ghost in my Post)”

Chin Chinery Pokery

I’m having one of those lockdown blues days. Trying to keep myself busy by doing something creative and busy, sometimes the heavy handedness of harsh reality just seeps through, This virus has robbed me and others in the UK of two months of life – or life as we knew it.  Two months I’ll neverContinue reading “Chin Chinery Pokery”

Poem: Voodoo Dancing

The following poem was written way back in the 90s.  It was originally a song and the music was provided by my husband.  I wrote quite a few songs in those days, including one called ‘The Life of Charlotte Bronte wasn’t all it was cracked up to be’ and ‘I Trouble’.  If I come acrossContinue reading “Poem: Voodoo Dancing”

Haiku poetry ‘Sunsplashed’

Haiku is traditionally Japanese poetry consisting of three lines which do not rhyme . There are 5 moras (sounds/syllables in the 1st and 3rd line and 7 in the middle. Some refer to the subject matter as a small window providing a view of a larger screen. Haiku origins can be traced back to theContinue reading “Haiku poetry ‘Sunsplashed’”

I Really could sit in a chair all day

I was reminded of this poem today.  I wrote it ages ago as an experimental piece. It was inspired by  Vincent Van Gogh’s  1888 painting.  I think the original idea for the poem is that in my inertia.  I slowly morph into an actual chair!   I could sit in a chair all day, IContinue reading “I Really could sit in a chair all day”

American Gothic and the Hot Meat Pie

I wrote this short poem years ago for a poetry competition I was running on here.  It seems appropriate to republish it today because it is the birthday of the artist  American Regionalist Grant Wood (1891-1942). Here are the other posts that I wrote about him and the Regionalists over on my  other blog EchostainsContinue reading “American Gothic and the Hot Meat Pie”

Poem: Kissing the air

 This poem was written about this habit we have aquired of air kissing when greeting people.  It may well be healthier and less germ ridden than hand shaking (here’s the social etiquette for those who aren’t sure) Liz Brewer, a social etiquette expert on ITV’s Ladette to Lady, says a single air kiss next to aContinue reading “Poem: Kissing the air”