My ggg-grandparents, Thomas Thurman (1826-1912) and Mary Thurman née Gilderthorpe (1826-1890).
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I walked in darkness. Many a lonely mile,
my eyes and footsteps stumbling and blind,
I sought a kindly light I could not find
in land or ocean, asking all the while
if lightless lives are taken in exchange
for light eternal; memories of sight
would whisper, even I shall see the light!
I never thought the light would look so strange.
Not in a temple, echoing and awed,
nor in a palace, glistening and grand,
nor in my home, nor any friendly land,
but distant, dirty, in a shed abroad,
I met a maiden bloody from a birth
and in her arms, the light of all the earth.
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Dogged Scribblings - newly on Kindle
Love advice from a fishmonger, what puppies dream about, the invention of flatulence, an unusually honest job application, why King Arthur enjoys a good cuppa, and ten more short poems: Dogged Scribblings is a chapbook of my poetry newly published on Kindle. Reviews and ratings are always welcome!
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on a night of snow
This is among my favourite sonnets; I wish it were better known, so here it is:
ON A NIGHT OF SNOW
by Elizabeth Coatsworth
"Cat, if you go outdoors you must walk in the snow.
You will come back with little white shoes on your feet,
little white slippers of snow that have heels of sleet.
Stay by the fire, my Cat. Lie still, do not go.
See how the flames are leaping and hissing low.
I will bring you a saucer of milk like a marguerite,
so white and so smooth, so spherical and so sweet–
stay with me, Cat. Outdoors the wild winds blow."
"Outdoors the wild winds blow, Mistress, and dark is the night.
Strange voices cry in the trees, intoning strange lore;
and more than cats move, lit by our eyes’ green light,
on silent feet where the meadow grasses hang hoar–
Mistress, there are portents abroad of magic and might,
and things that are yet to be done. Open the door!"
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Of all the young ladies I know,
This pretty young lady's the fairest ;
Her lips have the rosiest show.
Her eyes are the richest and rarest.
Her origin's lowly, it's true.
But of birth and position I've plenty ;
I've grammar and spelling for two.
And blood and behavior for twenty!
Though the views of the House have diverged
On every conceivable motion,
All questions of party are merged
In a frenzy of love and devotion.
If you ask us distinctly to say
What party we claim to belong to,
We reply, without doubt or delay,
The party I'm singing this song to.
I'm very much pained to refuse,
But I'll stick to my pipes and my tabors;
I can spell all the words that I use,
And my grammar's as good as my neighbour's.
As for birth, I was bom like the rest.
My behavior is rustic, but hearty.
And I know where to turn for the best
When I want a particular party!
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Controversial and offensive
I wrote a thing about the problems with the words "controversial" and "offensive".
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Don't pass by on the other side.
Don't pass by on the other side.
No, I've never been involved in sex work, buying or selling, and this still makes me angry. You know why? Because while the authorities are dealing with it by carrying out this sort of raid on those who aren't even breaking the law, then at best we live in a society that shoots its wounded. And whatever your views for or against the morality of these women's work, you and I are implicated in the violence if we turn a blind eye.
Don't pass by on the other side. Share and raise your voice. Thank you.
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Horrible nightmares last night; one of them I haven't seen since childhood. I'm lost in a huge cemetery, and the graves are all slightly cracked and open. I have to get away, but whatever way I go I have to cross over a grave. And when I do... no, no zombies... instead, I learn all the suffering in the life of the one who lies there. It's hideous. I think the worst last night was the medic who had to operate on his own child to save their life, unsuccessfully.
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Saki - The Open Window
Your story this week is Saki's "The Open Window", a startling tale of youthful intrigue. Feedback, comments, suggestions, and sharing are always welcome.
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