Category Archives: Poetry

A Very Poetic Happy Christmas from No Wriggling & Talking Books!

Well – just two more sleeps till Christmas Day – why does the time pass so quickly when you are an adult, yet Christmas seems to take forever to arrive when you are a child? Even though our children are … Continue reading

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The 31st October is not just Hallowe’en – Happy Birthday John Keats…

218 years ago today a wonderful Romantic poet (who still unites and interests the literary world) was born. So for John Keats’ birthday AND for Hallowe’en,  I give you this chilling fragment… This living hand, now warm and capable Of … Continue reading

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On World Mental Health Day – Dandelions, Depression & Desperate marketing

(Please note – this is not just a sales pitch for a great cause! I include some poems to add value so bear with me…..) I am proud to say that today is the first anniversary of the publication of … Continue reading

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Poetry Please! – Paul Mortimer guests on Talking Books, with Yeats, Keats, Duffy et al

Well, no surprises – my most recent Talking Books show on 10Radio was one of my favourites. For a change, I hosted a poetry request show, with Devon poet Paul Mortimer who read his own work and poems that listeners, … Continue reading

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What does it mean to dream? On Victorian thoughts & the 21st century soul…

Whilst on holiday in Suffolk a few weeks ago I bought a small book at a second-hand stall at the market in the lovely little town of Framlingham. Called The Victorian Book of Dreams, it is clearly a forerunner of … Continue reading

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‘Life is too much like a pathless wood’ – Is this the poem for our times?

I have been in a funny mood recently. As people who read this blog will know I don’t need to be in an odd frame of mind to read poetry; but there are times when it speaks to me with … Continue reading

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The most beautiful words ever written?

I have been on my own for two days. The family is away being athletic – not a talent I can share with them. So who could I turn to for company but John Keats? Yesterday I re-read Isabella: or … Continue reading

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