Grass grows tall on a warm spring day Butterflies and bees browse at the flower market Birds feed little ones and gossip in the trees Sprawling in the green shade Hidden among the tall blades Old cat sniffs the breeze Yellow eyes blink sleepily Too nice a day to be on the hunt She’s just…
As we watch films and television, over time we get to have particular actors that we like (and dislike). The following are a few of my personal favourites, and why I think they’re good. Peter Cushing was a British actor who starred in over 100 films. He was best known for his work in horror…
We have seen many days And will see many more But not this day Today is unique, as are all our tomorrows It’s a one-and-done deal We fill our lives with routine And let the days roll by Til suddenly it’s next week, month, year And we wonder where the time goes Would it be…
Looking at the sky, I wonder Do clouds smell like rain Or is it the heavy scent Of maybe-rain, not yet realised Waterlogged air laden with potential Hearing, distant, a low rumble of thunder Like a knock on the door Heralding an imminent arrival And then, a single drop spatters on the ground The way…
Day’s end under the spreading trees Twilight glimmers beneath shadowed leaves Entwined with the branches, now they emerge Forest spirits, singing a dirge Dryads dance in a moonlit glade Remains of the dead ones around them displayed Stumps remain of their murdered kin Nothing left of the spirits within Their numbers grow fewer every day…
“The Ocean at the End of the Lane” is a fantasy novel dealing with a strange adventure of a young boy meeting a slightly older girl, her mother and grandmother, who live in a farm just down the road from him. The farm contains a pond which the girl, Lettie Hempstock, insists is an ocean.…
The day ends And with its ending Comes preparation for a new dawn It’s time to clean away the remains of toil Time to brush teeth, shower, comb hair Make ready for sleep Time for a glass of milk, pyjamas And a soft bed Time, too, to remove the remaining strain With prayer and meditation…
In times past, forests represented something magical and dangerous, because it was unknown. A person might go into the forest, but they would stay on known trackways, go to known places. Not content with mundane dangers of the forest (getting lost, starving to death, attacked by robbers, killed by wild animals), human beings would extrapolate…
Skating on starlightPristine as a moonbeamFairies dance to celebrateAnother year’s endSinging in a fresh startThe Fairy court rejoicesTo see the endless cycleTurn and turn again Moon falls softlyDawn glimmers in the eastTime for all the Fae folkTo head for ElvenhomeA shimmer and they vanishFrom this world to the nextLiminally waitingTil next it’s time to roam.
Back in the day, television was broadcast live, and in 1954 the BBC aired a television adaptation of “1984”. The screenplay adaptation from Orwell’s novel was done by Nigel Kneale (best known for his creation of the Quatermass character and stories). You can find this version of “1984” on YouTube – the condition isn’t great…
Eclectic Assemblage 