Author of After the Snow and One Crow Alone

Thursday, 18 September 2014

WB Yeats. 

Leda and the Swan

    "A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
    Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed
    By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,
    He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.

    How can those terrified vague fingers push
    The feathered glory from her loosening thighs?
    And how can body, laid in that white rush,
    But feel the strange heart beating where it lies?

    A shudder in the loins engenders there
    The broken wall, the burning roof and tower
    And Agamemnon dead.

                        Being so caught up,

    So mastered by the brute blood of the air,
    Did she put on his knowledge with his power
    Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?" 

Free Copy of One Crow Alone for the first person to tell me which Yeats poem Robin Blake recites to Willo in After The Snow...

You can't say I'm not generous.

Monday, 15 September 2014

Nature Connection.... by Dan Crockett

Hoping this will not be my connection to nature in coming months...

"Something is amiss and we can't quite put our finger on what. It seems that the further our society progresses, the more disenfranchised we feel. The hyper-connectivity of social media (which has its own potential) leaves us cold and over-informed, saturated with unwanted information and more aware than ever of the injustices of the world..."

Read the full article here...

Dan Crockett - Huff Post

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Daniel Crockett 

Thursday, 4 September 2014


A year ago today, Polly arrived in the village.  One tin of sardines later, and she was on the sofa...

The Twa Dogs  (excerpt)
by Robert Burns.

He was a gash an' faithfu' tyke, 
As ever lap a sheugh or dyke. 
His honest, sonsie, baws'nt face 
Aye gat him friends in ilka place; 
His breast was white, his touzie back 
Weel clad wi' coat o' glossy black; 
His gawsie tail, wi' upward curl, 
Hung owre his hurdie's wi' a swirl...

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