Halfway down the stairsIs a stairWhere I sit.There isn’t anyOther stairQuite likeIt.I’m not at the bottom,I’m not at the top;So this is the stairWhereI alwaysStop.Halfway up the stairsIsn’t upAnd isn’t down.It isn’t in the nursery,It isn’t in the town.And all sorts of funny thoughtsRun round my head:”It isn’t reallyAnywhere!It’s somewhere elseInstead.”AA Milne
Category Archives: Literature
Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again too few to mention
We all have regrets, some have more than others, but all in all there are not many regrets in my life. There are times when something doesn’t go the way you hoped for, but looking back you realise it was not a problem because it put your feet on a different, better path. Even atContinue reading “Regrets, I’ve had a few, but then again too few to mention”
The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde
by Robert Louis Stevenson Published by Penguin Classics We all know the horror story of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, well a lot of us know the story of the kind and gentle doctor and the evil counterpart. You can see it now, a man takes a drink of a potion which bubbles and glowsContinue reading “The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde”
Ding dong the Bells had the literary world in a muddle
In 1847 three books were published by authors with the surname Bell. There was Currer Bell, Acton Bell and Ellis Bell. Literary stalwarts, reviewers and those in the publishing world immediately smelled a rat, but they were on the wrong track. They suspected the books were all written by one person – a man. WhatContinue reading “Ding dong the Bells had the literary world in a muddle”
Friendship’s Mystery, To My Dearest Lucasia
by Katherine Phillips Come, my Lucasia, since we seeThat Miracles Men’s Faith do move,By wonder and by prodigyTo the dull angry world let’s proveThere’s a Religion in our Love.For though we were design’d t’agree,That Fate no liberty destroyes,But our Election is as freeAs Angels, who with greedy choiceAre yet determined to their jokes.Our hearts areContinue reading “Friendship’s Mystery, To My Dearest Lucasia”
Time is mine and that tricky thief of time will not steal it
I am going in to the New Year with so many things lying ahead of me. Not just jobs but things I want to do for myself. These “tasks” or “jobs” cover a wide range from tidying the garden to reading books; from tiling the kitchen walls to doing jigsaws; from redecorating the living roomContinue reading “Time is mine and that tricky thief of time will not steal it”
Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen
by Lisa Zaran Death is not the finalWithout ears, my father still listens,still shrugs his shoulderswhenever I ask a question he doesn’t want to answer.I stand at the closet door, my hand on the knob,my hip leaning against the frame and I ask himwhat does he think about the war in Iraqand how does heContinue reading “Talking To My Father Whose Ashes Sit In A Closet And Listen”
Brown Penny
by William Butler Yeats I whispered, ‘I am too young,’And then, ‘I am old enough,’Wherefore I threw a pennyTo find out if I might love.’Go and love, go and love, young man,If the lady be young and fair.’Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,I am looped in the loops of her hair.O love is the crookedContinue reading “Brown Penny”
Wars And Rumours Of Wars
by Emanuel Xavier “Ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars,see that ye not be troubles,All these things must come to pass, but the ends is yet.”Matthew 24:6 I escape the horrors of warwith a towel and a roomOffering myselfto Palestinian and Jewish boysas a “piece” to the Middle Eastwhen I should be concernedContinue reading “Wars And Rumours Of Wars”
Requiescat
by Oscar Wilde Tread lightly, she is nearUnder the snow,Speak gently, she can hearThe daisies grow.All her bright golden hairTarnished with rust,She that was young and fairFallen to dust.Lily-like, light as snow,She hardly knewShe was a woman, soSweetly she grew.Coffin-bound, heavy snow,Lie on her breast,I vex my heart alone,She is at rest.Peace, Peace, she cannotContinue reading “Requiescat”
Robin's Nest 