Not exactly an elephant in the room but let's be honest... I haven't posted for a while.
I've been away in wonderful Yorkshire, back and finishing an assignment, taking part in NaNoWriMo, and then taking on the launching of a new web-based poetry magazine. This latter is taking up a lot of time, as you'd expect, but is a fantastic project to be involved in as it is a subject dear to my heart - obviously.
I have been writing too, and taking copious photos to inspire and fill up my computers dwindling memory. I've also realised that I have a bit of a thing for two particular programmes on radio 4 and that they inspire quite a number of my poems so from this week onwards I'll be posting my responses to the wonderful radio programme called Last Words. This isn't a programme in celebration of Words as such but an obituary on the air waves. Call me morbid - and I'm sure you will - but hearing about the inspirational, comical, intriguing lives of others is captivating and inspires a weekly flurry of research or poetry or both.
This is one that I scribbled into my note book as I was listening to the programme on iPlayer whilst out power walking and it was the one that finally got me to admit I was hooked:
A Pattern for Life
Professor Lisa Jardine
ascending and transcending she grabbed
at history and made it
with wisdom unconfined by convention,
the small voice or fitting a mould
she wore her defiance gladly, like a rebel teen
transforming her outer shell
shared her anarchic wisdom, inner armour worn
beneath clothing, beneath skulls
knitted her philosophy into endless endeavours
like a jumper that could be read
tales of a woman’s ascent, projecting her fearless voice
or leaving the room when she’s done with it
