No, this isn’t an extra bonus #SongLyricSunday track, although people of a certain age might recognise this as a line from ‘For America’ by Red Box. This post is actually an announcement and a request for ideas – particularly from my American blogger friends. Continue reading
Time heals. But not all wounds.
A mile out of the village, I took one last look behind. That one unlit house amongst the twinkling lights seemed to stare back at me. I blinked away the tears, and took the road ahead. It was finished. I was never going back.
Twenty-nine is young to be looking forward to old age. I was saddened last week to read that Jenny Joseph, writer of the perennially popular Warning – better known by its first line: ‘When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple’, had died aged 85. But what really surprised me was that she was only in her twenties when she wrote this poem, which strikes a chord with many of us about the boredom of being a ‘respectable’ adult. Continue reading
“You may feel keen enough to buy this week’s Nation. I have at last a poem in it, which I sent off on the same evening as writing it!!”
Wilfred Owen to his cousin Leslie Gunston, 26 January 1918.
The poem Owen was referring to in this letter was Miners, written almost exactly 100 Continue reading