Category Archives: Poetry

Love poems you wish you had written #1 – David Constantine

I do have to mention, as I begin this post, that I was inspired by the wonderful David J Bauman over at The Dad Poet. We both love poetry and he has a wonderful reading voice – I was lucky … Continue reading

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‘London Snow’ and the joy of a trip to the capital whatever the weather

Last week I went to London and spent three happy hours in The Wellcome Library, taking advantage of their beautiful reading rooms. I was researching shell shock and PTSD to inform Shell Shocked Britain, the book I am writing for … Continue reading

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Ho Ho Ho – a Happy, healthy Christmas from No Wriggling!

Just a quick post to wish all those who follow my blog and any who just drop by the very merriest of Christmases and the happiest and healthiest of New Years. This has been a good year on No wriggling. … Continue reading

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Finding a little ‘Kindness’ in a terrible world…

Even as we enter the ‘festive season’, and many of us are thinking about how best we can bring a smile to the faces of friends and family in the coming days, we have, in the space of one weekend, been faced … Continue reading

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Sex lurks in the shadows of the Pre-Raphaelites – phallic symbols in Isabella by Millais

FAIR Isabel, poor simple Isabel!  Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love’s eye!  They could not in the self-same mansion dwell  Without some stir of heart, some malady;  They could not sit at meals but feel how well  It soothed each … Continue reading

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10, 9, 8… Now the ‘clocks’ really are counting down for Dandelions and Bad Hair Days.

Well it is definitely happening now. No longer an idea, or a manuscript or a virtual, social media entity. Dandelions and Bad Hair Days is a physical book – with a cover and everything! It has an ISBN number, a … Continue reading

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To be ‘a friend of Keats’ – a very Romantic circle

John Keats is now known as one of the greatest poets in the English language. Often included in the great ‘triad’ of younger Romantics with Shelley and Byron, his life and work has arguably retained a larger and more interested audience than either of … Continue reading

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Temps Perdu – on deja vu and Dorothy Parker

I have been experiencing some odd feelings of deja vu in the last few weeks. Trying to explain them to a friend, I struggled and frankly  sounded slightly odd. Perhaps this was because in every day terms we have come to use … Continue reading

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I want to tell you a story….Why reading REALLY matters…

Last Saturday I spent three hours in the company of some of the nicest people I have ever met. It was our reading group ‘farewell do’; a chance to say goodbye to one of those happy episodes in life that seem to … Continue reading

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Mock Orange – a poem for work & the summer weather

Mock Orange Watching, as the waxy flowers fall into the scattered gravel of the summer garden; it seems the world, the weather and a clouded view conspire to damp the spirits. Her fingers leave the glass. She turns into the … Continue reading

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