Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Poetry day.

Thick fog lasted all yesterday and is only as I write beginning to disperse, replaced by fine rain.   The kind of thick fog we get here is usually only dispersed by rain - I think it is something to do with the height.   Further east it seems to have been a much better day.

Today is our Poetry day and I still have to choose some of my contributions.  So far I shall read Cynnddylan on his tractor (R S Thomas), Wild Geese (Mary Oliver) and Wordsworth's View from Westminster Bridge.   So I need a couple more. 

Tomorrow I have a visitor coming to stay so blogging may take a back seat for a day or two.  I am telling you in advance because last time I missed posting for a couple of days folk thought that maybe I was ill.   Very thoughtful of them, but no I am in good health and looking forward to my visitor.

10 comments:

Heather said...

Enjoy your poetry day and your friend's visit. Thank you for notifying us - I too get concerned that you may be ill when you 'go quiet'.

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thelma said...

Goblin Market is good, though long to recite, there is keeping Halloween in sight 'The Night of the Wild Hunt' Found this on Orkneyjar

"When the winter winds blow and the Yule fires are lit, it is best to stay indoors, safely shut away from the dark paths and the wild heaths. Those who wander out by themselves during the Yule-nights may hear a sudden rustling through the tops of the trees - a rustling that might be the wind, though the rest of the wood is still.

"But then the barking of dogs fills the air, and the host of wild souls sweeps down, fire flashing from the eyes of the black hounds and the hooves of the black horses"

Kveldulf Hagen Gundarsson (Mountain Thunder)

Joanne Noragon said...

A mystery visitor1 I hope good adventures are planned, as well as good company.

Frances said...

I'm glad that the thick fog did lift in time for your poetry day. Last night's full moon was magical to see as I returned home from work about 9:30 last night. Just thin veils of clouds passing by that glow. What a show!

Do enjoy the company of your guest. xo

donna baker said...

Pat, you lead a more active life than I do. Maybe, by spending more time in the city, I too will have lots of things to do. I read The Deserterata not long ago. Spelling might be wrong, but it was as timely as I remembered from the sixties.

Gwil W said...

Ah, you read the tractor poem. I bet that knocked them out.

Derek Faulkner said...

Pat,

"Poem in October" by Dylan Thomas, my favourite poet, would of been apt for the month.

"A springful of larks in a rolling
Cloud and the roadside bushes brimming with whistling
Blackbirds and the sun of October
Summery,
On the hill's shoulder.................

The Weaver of Grass said...

Thanks for all the wonderful suggestions - sadly I didn't open up my blog until this morning.
So if anyone has ideas for November please let me have them in good time. I loved all the ones suggested.

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