Archive | June 2015

Tenth June Blog


Tenth June Blog.

Just enough time to slot in another June blog.

Lost Emotion.

When Love has forsaken
A world full of woe,
It flies like the wind,
Travelling slow.
When women and men
See no point to their lives,
Just miserable husbands,
Cantakeous wives.
Feelings immortal
Have long passed them by,
They go through the motions,
They grumble and sigh.
Where is the passion
That once nicely flowed,
Where is the love,
Where did it go?
Love resurrection,
What’s needed the most,
A journey together,
As time passes post.
From beginning to end
Love’s circle should be,
Never-the-loss losing
Love ever should see.
For what is the game
Where Love never stays,
Just trouble and travail
To the end of your days.

Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. June, 2015.

Slightly melancholy, I grant you. But then, many poems, and poets, have a sad turn of phrase. They find solace in this type of sadness. And, it has to be said, melancholy often brings forth true feelings, passion, emotion much more than happy times, at least, that is my opinion.

However, there are many who will say that they prefer light-hearted verse. And that is their prerogative. I like all kinds of verse and poems. It just all depends. A poem for me has to have a rhythm, not necessarily rhyming, but an internal rhythm the sets it apart from normal prose. And there are lyrical prose poems that work just as well. My point is though, that sadness creates its own lyricality ( if that is a word?) that takes the reader/listener to some place or time where they are lost in the emotive feeling poured into the poem by the poet.

One of my favourites is “The Lady of. Shallot”. It may not be everone’s ‘cup of tea’, but for me it has that emotive power to take me back in time (whether real or fictional) to the Lady, forced to weave in her tower, just watching the rest of the world go by, through a mirror. That in itself, is sad. She watches a handsome knight. Falls into courtly love which will never come to fruition. Her frustration forces her to leave the safety of the tower, throw caution to the wind, and drift down the river. When her punt is found, she has died, for Love. The knight never knows her ardour. Her gesture is meaningless, but for the reader/ listener, an immortal tale of blind love. The whole poem, though colourful in its descriptions, is full of sadness, anxiety, aloneness, so much that we are caught up in the tale.

Not a short poem. Neither is “The Ancient Mariner”, or “John Gilpin’s Ride”. There will be more can be named, but that is all for now. Of those two, The Ancient Mariner is again, a tale of woe. Misery loves company.

Mostly, my poems tend to be less than sad, though I have been known to go that route, oft times. It is how the mood takes me. For me, poems just ‘come’, or not. Often, I get caught in a particular rut of weather, seasons, etc. i do not like to be sad, but occasionlly, I delve, whatever catches me at that particular time.

If you like to write poetry, then keep at it. There are appreciation groups around. Poetry is not dead.

Everyone is out on a weekend. Do be safe. Have a good one, my friends.



Authors! Your Free Book Is Worthless

I have never thought of giving my work away free, though I do pick up free mysel. But ye,s, I do forget i have them, there are so many.

Tara Sparling writes

Authors! Your Free Book Is Worthless (To People Over 30) You know you want it! Er… hang on. Do you…?

I’ve been wondering about book pricing for a long time. Specifically, whether making your book free makes me bothered about reading it or not.

And I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not. Bothered, that is.

But before you start weeping and wailing (yes – you in the back, there) this has to be taken in the context of the market demographic to which I belong. And the fact that a clunky, unsophisticated and downright annoying scatter-gun approach to book marketing, which I keep ranting and raving about even though nobody is bloody listening, is yet again way off target.

I said before that books were decreasing in value – and they are, on two levels: both in sales and production.

Firstly, it stands to reason that if you charge me 99c for your book, or make it free, it’s not as valuable to…

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Return of the Dragon…Uffington

Our green and ancient land, always worth a look.

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

P1190075We were up early on our final morning in Wiltshire. It had rained overnight and everything was soaked, but there was something in the air that promised a hint of summer. The vividness of the green in the damp half-light made the world look unreal. Our host, true to his word, had asked around and had a few suggestions about the location of the Missing Mound, so two of us headed out into the morning to try and find it… and although our quest would prove fruitless, we found where the Ridgeway led through the village at both ends.


That is a special path in so many ways and one we would like to walk end to end. There are less than 90 miles of the ancient trackway still walkable, leading past many of the sacred sites of our ancestors and calling into question their location. Were they built close…

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This entry was posted on June 26, 2015. 2 Comments

Nineth June Blog


Nineth June Blog.


My blackberry stems are full of blossoms. This makes the bumble bees very happy, very industprious. Some of the blooms have gone over and miniature blackberry fruit ( or the partially formed droops, do they call them?) are showing amidst hairy after-blooms. There are also many newly-formed blossoms just opening up. These are of interest to the bees as more fodder for their supplies, once the currently wide open flowers, wilt.

I see blossoms, I see bees, I see lovely juicy ripe and delicious fruits that will, when fully ripe, be popped into my mouth. Mmmmm! The taste is gorgeous. Would that I had lots of bushes of raspberries to go with. Raspberries are my favourites.

Now, I can hear some of you say, well, you wrote about strawberries last time. And you are correct, I did write about luscious dripping bags of strawberries. In the PAST tense. And, it has to be said, I still love strawberries ( though I no longer make jam – sigh!). I usually have a couple every night as part of my pudding of yoghurt, sugar free jelly and fresh fruit. BUT, raspberries ARE MY FAVOURITE, next comes home grown blackberries, ( in the absense of Loganberries, that is). plucked from the vine ( ok stem). Nothing better of a summers day than freshly picked blackberries (and, for that matter, home grown tomatoes – yea, off of the vine this time),

Sadly, no tomatoes this year,though I still have last years seeds that I bought in hopes of planting some. Tough spring! This was not to be. But I have what looks like a bumper crop of blackberries, with very little effort in my part. Nice one!

Berry Fruit.

Summer is the time of harvest,
Fruit growing ripe on the vine,
Bushes of berries grow swollen,
Just before harvesting time.

CurrantsI must give a mention,
Full of Vitamins A and B1,
Iron and all things of quality,,
Tasty to eat, and such fun.

There’s blackcurrants rich in riboflavin,
And pretty redcurrants, and white,
All have different properties,
But really, the taste is just right.

I wish I had rows of fresh raspberries
To ripen well all summer long,
The red and autumnal yellows,
I greet them with joyful song.

Strawberries, all kinds of flavours,
All types of sizes as well.
Juicy, delicious and moresome,
Favourites all, you can tell.

Red is the colour that beckons,
Nature has set them apart,
Vitamin C, in abundance,
Like a strawberry cream fruit tart.

And as for the making of jelly
And jams, full of fruit you can see,
Just cooling down in the bottle,
In time for a Jam aandwich tea.

Copyright. Evelyn J. Steward. June, 2015.

Enough drooling! I can have very little in any case ( too much sugar).

Have a great day, whereve you may be. Be safe.


Shades of Green… (or Favourite Places 4)

I could do with sone peace right now.

anita dawes and jaye marie

river walk

We wanted to do something different this week. Something we hadn’t done in a while, and someone suggested the river walk.
We hadn’t been back there since we first discovered it several years ago. It is a bit of a hike, three miles or so, there and back, which is probably why we hadn’t returned before now, but it is a lovely walk and we sort of talked ourselves into it.

It was originally a railway line, running through what remains of Liss Forest to the village of Liss itself. Two rivers converge along its length, the Rother and the Blackwater and the area is a nature reserve with several wet meadows and mixed deciduous woodland.
But it is so much more than that.

Because it was a railway line, the walk is slightly higher than the surrounding countryside, so you don’t really feel swamped by the trees, but still…

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This entry was posted on June 24, 2015. 2 Comments