by Shel Silverstein (1930-1999) The hard coal’s called bituminous, Or is that anthracite? Stalactites grow down from caves, Or do I mean stalagmites? Those fluffy clouds are nimbus — No — wait — they might be cumulus. And that kid who was raised by wolves — Was he Remus — or Romulus? The brothauruses ateContinue reading “Bituminous?”
Author Archives: Robin
The Old Bark School
by Henry Lawson (1867-1922) It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather made a pool; And the walls were mostly cracks lined with calico and sacks — There was little need for windows in the school. Then we rode to school and backContinue reading “The Old Bark School”
Anecdote for Fathers
by William Wordsworth (1770-1850) I have a boy of five years old; His face is fresh and fair to see; His limbs are cast in beauty’s mold And dearly he loves me. One morn we strolled on our dry walk, Our quiet home all full in view, And held such intermitted talk As we areContinue reading “Anecdote for Fathers”
Raise the curtain light the lights
After my early initiation into the world of greasepaint and spotlights it is no surprise that I fell in love with the theatre. Being a member of the Little Theatre in Rhyl certainly helped feed my passion. I enjoyed being backstage, or up in the lighting box, or just as a member of the audience,Continue reading “Raise the curtain light the lights”
Peace
By George Herbert (1593-1633) Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave, Let me once know. I sought thee in a secret cave, And asked, if Peace were there, A hollow wind did seem to answer, No: Go seek elsewhere. I did; and going did a rainbow note: Surely, thought I, This is theContinue reading “Peace”
Hope Is Not Lost
by Jessica Millsaps When the desperation hit When the people cried in the streets When everything felt at loss Hope stayed, even though fleeing would be easier When the eyes were full of tears When kids and family were torn apart By that last desperate gasp Hope tried When all else gave up When allContinue reading “Hope Is Not Lost”
Mystics Are the Sons And Daughters Of Silence
by Kenneth Maswabi We consume Silence We are consumed by Silence We thrive in Silence Silence thrives in us. We are the sons and daughters of Silence. We are the emptiness that walks the path of eternity The shadow of things to come We are the silent warriors The sons and daughters of Light WeContinue reading “Mystics Are the Sons And Daughters Of Silence”
The Fathers
by Edwin Muir Our fathers all were poor, Poorer our fathers’ fathers; Beyond we dare not look. We, the sons, keep store Of tarnished gold that gathers Around us from the night, Record it in this book That, when the line is drawn, Credit and creditor gone, Column and figure flown, Will open into light.Continue reading “The Fathers”
The Ass and the Lamb
by Ignacy Krasicki “How hard is my fate! What sorrows await,” Said the Ass to the Sheep, “my deplorable state! Cold, naked, ill-fed, I sleep in a shed And the snow, wind and rain come in over my head. All this day did I pass In a yard without grass — What a pity thatContinue reading “The Ass and the Lamb”
Early debut with not a word spoken
As far as I can tell my early involvement in theatrical productions, mainly as part of the audience rather than taking an active part, are linked to Wrexham, a place I have never lived. Mind you my first appearance in public saw me in the starring role with members of my family in the supportingContinue reading “Early debut with not a word spoken”
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