Today's poet

[Harry H Howgill]

Hi Freckle, you aren't alone on here! Just finished some work after a brilliant extended weekend. There's been some great posts lately and 'Love after Love' was brilliant. Nice to see HHH back and with some of his own work too, nice one Harry although I hope your knees aren't giving you too much jip.

Hi Hes, knees are fine thanks, just pretending for comedy purposes! :-)

[Hes]

That's very good to hear HHH:thumbup:

Hi Hes, knees are fine thanks, just pretending for comedy purposes! :-)

[Harry H Howgill]

Simon Armitage in today's guardian. Still no sign of a pennine way book mind you!

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/vide...ideo-interview

[Stef F]

Hand

Away from you, I hold hands with the air,
your imagined, untouchable hand. Not there,
your fingers braid with mine as I walk.
Far away in my heart, you start to talk.

I squeeze the air, kicking the auburn leaves,
everything suddenly gold. I half believe
your hand is holding mine, the way
it would if you were here. What do you say

in my heart? I bend my head to listen, then feel
your hand reach out and stroke my hair, as real
as the wind caressing the fretful trees above.
Now I can hear you clearly, speaking of love.

Carol Ann Duffy

Nice choice Hes.

Having returned to the south, I'm thinking this one fit's just nicely right now, and it's not just the trees that are fretful! Ho hum I'm off to research for a nice moist christmas cake recipe, and then maybe finish the evening off perusing my Essential Neruda.

[Mountain Goatess]

Stef,
If you want something a little bit different I have a recipe for Figgy Pudding Christmas Cake. Its in this months Sainsburys mag but I can send it to you if you like x

Nice choice Hes.

Having returned to the south, I'm thinking this one fit's just nicely right now, and it's not just the trees that are fretful! Ho hum I'm off to research for a nice moist christmas cake recipe, and then maybe finish the evening off perusing my Essential Neruda.

[Mountain Goatess]

That is just lovely Hes x

Hand

Away from you, I hold hands with the air,
your imagined, untouchable hand. Not there,
your fingers braid with mine as I walk.
Far away in my heart, you start to talk.

I squeeze the air, kicking the auburn leaves,
everything suddenly gold. I half believe
your hand is holding mine, the way
it would if you were here. What do you say

in my heart? I bend my head to listen, then feel
your hand reach out and stroke my hair, as real
as the wind caressing the fretful trees above.
Now I can hear you clearly, speaking of love.

Carol Ann Duffy

[Stef F]

Stef,
If you want something a little bit different I have a recipe for Figgy Pudding Christmas Cake. Its in this months Sainsburys mag but I can send it to you if you like x

Yes please that'd be great; or stick it on my Today's New Recipe thread (I use that like a recipe book!!!)

[Mountain Goatess]

Done! I'm going to try this one this year for a change

Yes please that'd be great; or stick it on my Today's New Recipe thread (I use that like a recipe book!!!)

[Alf]

Thought I was on the wrong thread for a minute there

The Wind's Song


Dull-thoughted, walking among the nunneries
Of many a myriad anemones
In the close copses, I grew weary of Spring
Till I emerged and in my wandering
I climbed the down up to a lone pine clump
Of six, the tallest dead, one a mere stump.
On one long stem, branchless and flayed and prone,
I sat in the sun listening to the wind alone,
Thinking there could be no old song so sad
As the wind's song; but later none so glad
Could I remember as that same wind's song
All the time blowing the pine boughs among.
My heart that had been still as the dead tree
Awakened by the West wind was made free.

Edward Thomas

[Alf]

Simon Armitage in today's guardian. Still no sign of a pennine way book mind you!

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/vide...ideo-interview

He is too busy carving words into the Pennine stone I think Harry :thunbdown: