A late letter for Margaret So you have slipped away, Margaret, bequeathing us warm memories which will last our days (you had a rough...

Father found a letter to my mother from a soldier who had been at home when Father was away. Mother quite denied that more than...

for Samuel Taylor Coleridge and William Wordsworth The echoes of a gift thought lost haunt the approach of age as a forgotten page...

If you regret you did not open the many doors you knocked on, reproach yourself for that regret, some doors are mere illusion. Life's...

Looking at you now, light falling, wondering what you are thinking, bent forward in profile, old, yes, but somehow beautiful, although...

Two lost ones walk proudly into the picture, What do we make of this brown figure striding or the orange one smaller, momently pausing? A...

a tribute to Paul Klee Painting like poetry begins with the Line. It labours uphill and bounces fast down, heads in a curve when gravity...

Veiled in fixity four minutes on a plinth, Hermione listens as Leontes and Paulina discuss her statuesque long silence. Time is...

Some quality in Klee’s paintings asserts assuredly they are his, and childish is a general word quite often used for this, but does it...

An image forms upon my screen, an orange ring around a void, black centre of our Milky Way where lies, a confident voice declares, the...

A learned Fellow on my screen declares that life was born in the cosmic background. Unseen light irradiant stretched above a hot and...

WB YEATS Men’s hearts of old were drops of flame, Who could have foretold the heart would die? Yeats wrote one day in his noon-tide...

Faust again attempts some puny wonder, but a papier-maché church, set, cast and city wall, a plaster castle built on high, they all...

Death awaits the Greek who dares Leap first ashore at Troy! So the goddess Thetis prophesied, And so, his ship’s prow striking sand,...

At a time when Columbus first stumbled on America, Lorenzo’s son, Piero, ordained that Michelangelo shape a body out of snow. That...

How does it feel to be a golden oldie? Jeremy asked John at ninety. No X, no Y, no Larry? One feels very lonely Don't take that road said...

Villagers unsmiling, conferred in the yew tree square nursing brown arms, smoking as we entered the church porch beneath the sombre...

Like a copper coin the sun shone through the mist, withdrew to re-emerge a yellow moon, then hid as vapour thickened and there was only...

Watching over quiet water he set a church with ten black houses, then a black and vacant sailboat inviting passage moored below; two dark...