Thursday, January 5

A Poem for Thursday. Carol Ann Duffy.

"You know I'd love Carol Ann Duffy's new book.....!"

I say these things in passing.... and the potter remembers!
So my special present this year was Carol Ann Duffy's new book...
...The Bees...
On the inside leaf of the dust cover is written
"....Duffy's point is clear: the bee symbolizes what we have left of grace in the world, and what is most precious and necessary for us to protect".

They are all so good....but this is one that touches on my homeland.


I couldn't see Guinness
and not envisage a nun;
a gun,a finger and a thumb;
midges, blether, scribble, scrum.

A crescent moon, boomerang, smirk,
bone; or full, a shield, a stalker,
a stone. I couldn't see woods
for the name of trees - sycamore, 
yew, birch, beech -

                               or bees
without imagining music scored
on the air - nor pass a nun
without calling to mind a pint of one, stout, 
untouched, on a bar at the Angelus. 

Wednesday, January 4


We took the two southern grand girls to the pantomime on new year's eve.
Dick Whittington.
Mum always took me to the Grand Opera House pantominme in Belfast every Christmas all those years ago.

When we came out, got the bus back out of the city and walked around the park to our house...I was always sure that I was Cinderella...or was it Snow White...well maybe...The Sleeping Beauty.
It was obvious to me and it ought to have been obvious to everyone ...that's who I really was!

Ah!  ...

We had an "eastenders" actress playing the fairy...she was funny...but I wouldn't have danced all the way home thinking that I was her.
No ..the fairies in my day looked like fairies....I think...if that's what fairies look like?! 

Of course the real
 hero of this pantomime.... the cat!

Tuesday, January 3

Caro Emerald - Just one dance

Caro Emerald...heard her for the first time on "Jools" and can't get enough!
Starting the year up beat.