Author of After the Snow and One Crow Alone

Thursday, 28 August 2014

New inmate and one day friend












They Flee From Me

By Sir Thomas Wyatt.

They flee from me that sometime did me seek
With naked foot, stalking in my chamber.
I have seen them gentle, tame, and meek,
That now are wild and do not remember
That sometime they put themself in danger
To take bread at my hand; and now they range,
Busily seeking with a continual change.

Thanked be fortune it hath been otherwise
Twenty times better; but once in special,
In thin array after a pleasant guise,
When her loose gown from her shoulders did fall,
And she me caught in her arms long and small;
Therewithall sweetly did me kiss
And softly said, “Dear heart, how like you this?”

It was no dream: I lay broad waking.
But all is turned thorough my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forsaking;
And I have leave to go of her goodness,
And she also, to use newfangleness.
But since that I so kindly am served
I would fain know what she hath deserved.

Saturday, 23 August 2014

Chess and end of another summer

Working through the  opening moves.  The theory is to hold the middle ground....but 5 hours later and after negotiations...

Thursday, 21 August 2014

A Murder of Crow
found an old card of the woman I painted who inspired the poem....

"So Crow did preen his cloak so dark
And Swift to river he embarked,
And with a gentle caw he spoke,
With love, like mirrors, glinting smoke
But could not lie when gazing on
That wondrous fair and gentle swan.
He hopped ungainly ‘mongst the sedge,
To make it known his lover's pledge:
“I love you Swan,” that brave Crow said.
And she did modest, dip her head.
Fair swan looked up with glassy eye
And gave a light and gentle sigh:
'You’ll show your love if you come in.'
'But Swan,' said Crow,  'I cannot swim -' "

And now...
A Murder of Crow finally printed....

Also, One Crow Alone has been shortlisted for The Sheffield Children's Book Award...

A bright and good day.