Saturday, 9 November 2013

Poetic Thoughts


GREETINGS to you from Ed Black at Paradiseo in the Aegean.
At last I have closed my cocktail bar and grille, Black Velvet, at the Old Harbour for winter.
Now I can relax with girlfriend Diana and enjoy the more moderate weather, that sees me and Bull Mastiff Bacchus roaming over the pine-forested hilltops to friends' remote homes for dinner. All too soon the wind and rain of Christmas time will be upon us here.
How I miss the English seasons and find myself waxing lyrical about that green and pleasant land, as expatriates so often do.
My website colleague Roy is busy with a couple of writing projects, so I've added my own rather embarrassing traveller's tale of Australia on our Memoir page.
Unlike Britain in its age and diversity, I found the new "lucky country" of Australia full of 'blokes' and 'Sheilas'. It's the kingdom of the ordinary man where, despite their excellent vineyards, most Aussies turn to the beer fridge by their fly-screened kitchen doors.
There's nothing wistful about 'Poets' Day' Down Under, as locals go barefoot on Friday afternoons to booze and barbecue on the beach.
But I'm a romantic, as you'll realise from my racier literary efforts (see Books).  I've taken the liberty of including a sizzling extract from one of my novels, Romp & Circumstance, on our Chapter page - to warm up your cudgels in the wintry weather.
However, to show my more gentle and lyrical side, I have also introduced a new side page, Poem, in Mister Edmonds' busy absence.
This was inspired by seeing some lingering bright flowers hidden among the stones when passing an Orthodox Greek graveyard.
I was reminded of touching words by Thomas Gray (1716-71):
"Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air."
This was from Gray's 'Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard'.
Its opening stanza always reminds me of Blighty and the ageless seasons of countryside:
"The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,
The plowman homeward plods his weary way,
And leaves the world to darkness and to me."
Perhaps there are poems which move or comfort you.
If so - or if you have penned poetic thoughts of your own - then share them with us.
Help keep the Poem page as a regular feature of this website.
So, best wishes to you all wherever you are.
Yassas, my friends!

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