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Oh readers, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.  This has been a tough week of churning out essays and poems, going to meetings, organising people, deadlines and so on.  But tomorrow I am going home, for better or for worse (at least as far as the essays are concerned) for my sister’s 30th.  It will be wonderful.  The whole brigade is going to upend itself into a big house on the outskirts of Hay-On-Wye, and, if all goes to plan, I will have done sufficient work to not have to take any with me.  God willing (will it, oh do).

(And by the way, meet Globe Team.  My friend Sonia and I are co-ordinating this motley (lovely) crew for the next three terms.)

I’ll leave you with a poem.  It’s an ‘alternative love poem’ (a recent assignment).  I have to admit to reusing material from an old defunct poem.   It worked somehow.

I’ll be back to normal blogging capacity in a few more days.

 

Hawk

 

the dawn happened with a peachy growl

pavements became real

and each leaf defined itself.

I saw

a dark wing on blessed

unholy sky, a virgin blue.

mist off the river veiled

the all-knowing eye,

a sudden dive –

hark!

rustle of ice-clasped air

fierce, unknown panic,

 

soft implode of scudding blood.

 

in the same way, unexpectedly,

my belly unearthed itself

when I glimpsed you

darkly through a window.

 

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Hello lovelies.  Happy Valentine’s day.

I actually think Valentine’s day is brilliant.  I don’t care if I don’t get a card or whatever, I just think the whole concept is so wonderfully mushy and fluffy and unrestrainedly romantic.  Britons, hold back on the cynicism for a day and write a card – send a text – or an email – make a call – to someone you love, be it a friend, a cousin, an old lady living on her own, or your husband of thirty years.  Make lunch for your mum or something.  Go on.

Also click on the picture to read some (possibly slightly dubious) Valentine’s facts, including this one:

It was once believed that if a woman saw a flying robin on Valentine’s day she would end up getting married to a sailor. If a sparrow was the bird she saw she would end up marrying a man that was poor and live a happy life, if she saw a goldfinch then she was to marry a man that was a millionaire. One can only wonder who she would marry if she saw a crow.

Merciles Beaute

By Geoffrey Chaucer

 

CAPTIVITY

 

Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,

I may the beaute of hem not sustene,

So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.

 

And but your word wol helen hastily

My hertes wounde, whyl that hit is grene,

Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,

I may the beaute of hem not sustene.

 

Upon my trouthe I sey yow feithfully,

That ye ben of my lyf and deeth the quene;

For with my deeth the trouthe shal be sene.

Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,

I may the beaute of hem not sustene,

So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.


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