Here's a little romantic gem from the past. THE LOVERS' DREAM To smile upon the moonlight stream And laugh and love was their only dream. To gaze contently and softly sigh, No need to fret, to fear or sigh; Just to feel the night’s soft kiss That together wrapped their hearts in bliss, No need [...]
Speak Softly Speak softly, winds, and do not haunt me, Blow your whispers to the sky. Long have I heard them gently pass me, Now please leave me alone to die. . When I was young I looked around me, Looked at joy and sought within. I tried to live my days in laughter, Shrank [...]
I wrote this poem one Valentine's Day many, many years ago, when my heart was full of longing for a forbidden love. I never sent it to the man in question, because ... well, I just didn't. I couldn't. So here it is now, several decades late. Wonder if he'll finally read it? LOST LOVE [...]
It's so hard to let go. So much easier to cling on And on and on and on. Letting go takes blind faith; Clinging on takes nothing. It's so easy But so addictive, seductive, palliative. So easy to top up your wine glass, Look at old photos, Read old diaries, messages, Memories. The narcosia of [...]
The summer holidays are drawing to a close. A pretty banal statement, you might think? Not if you work in the field of education, as I do, or if you’re still in the process of being educated - which we all were, once upon a time, right? That is, unless you happened to be brought [...]
After Neil Armstrong’s death in 2012, his family made the touching statement: “Next time you walk outside on a clear night and see the moon smiling down at you, think of Neil Armstrong and give him a wink.” Isn’t that’s a lovely piece of advice? Not just in memory of Neil Armstrong, the first man [...]
My father once wrote a poem for my mother, before they were married. Although he was Polish, he had an amazing command of the English language, rather like a Joseph Conrad or Vladimir Nabokov. So here are his words of love, sixty years on, in all their time-locked beauty. You asked me how I [...]
Wendy Skorupski 