The steam hissed. Some one cleared his throat. No one left and no one came On the bare platform. What I saw Was Adlestrop — only the name From “Adelstrop” by Edward Thomas (1878-1917) . . . Monday 24th February 2014 Calor Southern League k.o.:- 7.45pm Division 1 Central Beaconsfield SYCOB […]
The Match (c. 1950) The match was played in Albert Park From half past four till after dark By two opposing tribes of boys Who specialised in mud and noise The match was played till after dark (Till gates were closed on Albert Park) By shadowy boys whose shapes dissolved Into the earth as it […]
On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did […]
In the bleak mid-winter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter. by Christina Rossetti There was no Monday night match this week, instead, once again, I was committed to the cinema and a ‘feel good’ romp […]
