Sunday, February 15, 2015

For Yiorgos R.I.P.

Yiorgos by Jane Sharp

You were in your best light that day
As you posed with the great curly horned ram
Surrounded as you were by all that chinkling
And the silent eclipse of eagles in the eye of Uranus,
With only tall crags and the vee of the gorge
And the hush of the wind as it passed to the sea.

You were for me a valiant cavalier
With that angular stance of a proud Hussar
And I could see you in a braided jileko
With the flash of steel in your cummerbund,
No doubt your boots were handmade
In the mountains.

And later, all those qualities of chivalry blazed
When you shared souvlaki and a glass of beer
With the old priest Nicodemus at Selinary.
We cooled our hands under the fountain flow
Imprinting the ocean with our friendship

Yiorgo the Poet




Yiorgo the Shepherd
Kalo Taxidn my friend!

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Move Over Margo!!!!!!

Sometimes you've just got to go for it! - sorry about the blurred photo, I think the photographer had a fit of the giggles.


What fun! From beginning to end a laugh a minute. I knew there was a ballet dancer lurking inside me. Well, we proved ourselves to be entertainers, so if you have, or know of an organisation who would benefit from an evening of poetical fun,  with the odd sketch thrown in, do get in touch with me.


Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Baking Biscuits

At last an afternoon to myself. David was down the church helping out with a bit of poster putting up, so it's was out with the music, on with the pinney, and into the kitchen for a spot of baking. Out of 100 perfect heart shaped biscuits I only managed to burn one batch (not bad for me). Now they are in the freezer ready to be iced on Saturday morning. Hands in the dough can be quite theraputic.

Now it's out with the nail varnish, and a spot of beautifying. Tomorrow I've a bit of poetry reading at a residential home in Beckenham, a chance to practice one or two numbers in readiness for Saturday's performance.