by Lewis Carroll ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. ‘Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the JubJub bird, and shun, The frumious Bandersnatch! He took his vorpal sword in hand;Continue reading “Jabberwocky”
Author Archives: Robin
The Ballad of Rudolph Reed
by Gwendolyn Brooks Rudolph Reed was oaken. His wife was oaken too. And his two good girls and his good little man Oakened as they grew. ‘I am not hungry for berries. I am not hungry for bread. But hungry, hungry for a house Where at night a man in bed ‘May never hear theContinue reading “The Ballad of Rudolph Reed”
Setting standards
How and when do we make a decision to follow a particular political ideology? Is it actually a political decision or is it something we grow into? Some might think I was born in a privileged position. My father, as a pharmacist, was considered to be professional rather than trade and although he managed shopsContinue reading “Setting standards”
Anne Hathaway
by Carol Anne Duffy “Item I gyve unto my wief my second best bed . . .” from Shakespeare’s will The bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, cliff-tops, seas where he would dive for pearls. My lover’s words were shooting stars, which fell to earth as kisses on theseContinue reading “Anne Hathaway”
A new day – a new beginning?
The next day I arrived at the office earlier and, after parking my scooter, I went to a nearby newsagent shop and bought a copy of another local paper (the Flintshire Leader), a copy of the Daily Mirror and a copy of The Guardian . . . and a packet of cigarettes. I went straightContinue reading “A new day – a new beginning?”
We are seven
by William Wordsworth A simple Child, That lightly drew its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little Cottage Girl: She was eight years old she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodlandContinue reading “We are seven”
Time for a break
That first morning at the office in Holywell was quite a drag and enough to put some people off journalism for life. Halfway through the morning we had a coffee break and decided to switch subjects. Delwyn took the wedding reports (how many people can get married over one weekend?) and I took the obituariesContinue reading “Time for a break”
O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleedingContinue reading “O Captain! My Captain!”
The Rainy Day
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains and theContinue reading “The Rainy Day”
Hands across the sea
Today is the weekend and I digress from the story of a wannabe journalist to look back at the actor’s life. I don’t know who came up with the idea but Joe Holroyd and Angela Day announced that we were going to take part in a youth group exchange – with a group in Germany.Continue reading “Hands across the sea”
Robin's Nest 