Archive | May 2017

Release Blast ‘Raffles to Rattles’ by Stacy Eaton


The Celebration Township, book 8

by Stacy Eaton

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Close Reading: How to Read a Poem

An interesting read on how to ‘read poetry’ it is slightly longer than I expected so make sure you have time before starting it.

Interesting Literature

Some tips for the close reading of poetry

‘Close reading’ is not as straightforward as it may appear. Many readers of poetry, for instance, may have encountered ‘close readings’ of poems which are anything but. They’re not so much ‘close’ as ‘at arm’s length’. How do you close-read a poem? F. R. Leavis was one of the most influential literary critics writing in English in the twentieth century. Yet he often claimed he was performing a ‘close reading’ of a poem which was actually, at best, a sort of flirtatious dalliance with the words and meaning of the text.

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#WritePhoto Derelict (Prompt by Sue Vincent)


So the lovely writer Sue Vincent has a Thursday Photo Prompt she set up to encourage folk to release their creativity in the form or poetry or prose whatever takes their fancy. Today I thought I would give it a go myself.

170525 Derelict Cottage


Skeletal limbs reach out and lovingly stroke the derelict cottage that sleeps on the very edge of the forest. In bygone days it sat in tranquil beauty surrounded by the herb garden of the midwife. She offered her assistance to all who may need it.

With the loss of one sickly child because the father refused the healing herbs, the midwife was hailed a witch and burned at the stake. The flames licked high, the fire stoked from the trees surrounding her home. Yet still she lingers in the whisper of the breeze winding its way between the cracks.


It just so happens that this also fits my 99 Word Story so I can add it to David Drivers page on Facebook. Click the link below to check it out.

170328 99 Story Book Page

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Floral Poetry ‘Buttercups’


Images courtesy of Pixabay

Buttercups by Eliza Cook

From ‘The Poetry of Flowers’ by Mrs Kirtland 1800

‘Tis sweet to love in childhood, when the souls that we bequeath
When we feed the gentle robin, and caress the leaping hound,

And linger latest on the spot where buttercups are found:
When we seek the bee and ladybird with laughter, shout, and song,
And think the day for wooing them can never be too long.
Oh ! ’tis sweet to love in childhood, and though stirred by meanest things.
The music that the heart yields then will never leave its stings.


‘Tis sweet to love in after years the dear one by our side;
To dote with all the mingled joys of passion, hope, and pride;
To think the chain around our breast will hold still warm and fast,
And grieve to know that death must come to break the link at last.
But when the rainbow span of bliss is waning, hue by hue;
When eyes forget their kindly beams, and lips become less true;
When stricken hearts are pining on through many a lonely hour,
Who would not sigh “’tis safer far to love the bird and flower?”


‘Tis sweet to love in ripened age the trumpet blast of Fame,
To pant to live on Glory’s scroll, though blood may trace the name;
‘Tis sweet to love the heap of gold, and hug it to our breast,—
To trust it as the guiding star and anchor of our rest.
But such devotion will not serve—however strong the zeal —
To overtlirow the altar where our childhood loved to kneel.
Some bitter moment shall o’ercast the sun of wealth and power.
And then proud man would fain go back to worship bird and flower.


‘Do you like butter?’

Everyone knows of the buttercup game children, and often lovers play to find out if their friend or partners like butter. The bright yellow petals will shine upon the skin when the pretty flower is held beneath the chin. This little folk legend has been passed down through many generations, the research I have done on flowers has not helped me find the origin.

However, I did find some scientific facts that Cambridge physicists in the UK have discovered that the buttercup is able to shine upon the skin and other surfaces because the cells of the petals contain carotenoids which reflect yellow light. Unlike many other wildflowers the reflection of the yellow light is enhanced because the buttercup has a second layer of cells separated by a layer of air which makes it shine all the more brighter. I still love the game and it often brings happy memories.



One thing I did not know was that the buttercup actually contains toxins, the poisonous substance is called ranunculin. It is found in the flower, the leaves and the seeds especially if crushed.

Sensitive folk may have a reaction to the pretty flower causing their skin to become blistered and irritated. Animals as well as humans will experience a variety of other symptoms, such as excessive salivation, nausea, difficulty breathing, convulsions and sometimes paralysis if the buttercup is eaten. So you have been warned.


I hope you enjoy this feature on my blog I would love to read your thoughts. Poems similar to this are featured in my book ‘Lost Love in Spring’

Happy Reading


#Sharing Sue Vincent’s Blog

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#Sharing Top Ten Tuesday Reads

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