A new beginning calls for a return to old beginnings and my dearest literary friend Christina Rossetti. There has not been enough poetry, either in my life or on the blog, of late, so here I will place one. I’ve alluded before to the idea of the desert blooming as the rose (which one day
I bought this little wooden nativity scene this year. One day I am going to make one, but till then. So, it was my last day of work for 2016 yesterday. I feel quite chuffed with myself that in the last few weeks I gave myself a hasty crash course in Adobe InDesign (there was
I have posted this one before, but here it is again for this Easter Monday. Easter present to myself from the Handmade shop, made by RJ Crosses. EASTER MONDAY Out in the rain a world is growing green, On half the trees quick buds are seen Where glued-up buds have been.
Picture from here. EASTER DAY ~by Christina Georgina Rossetti Words cannot utter Christ his returning: Mankind, keep jubilee, Strip off your mourning, Crown with garlands, Set your lamps burning. Speech is left speechless; Set you to singing, Fling your hearts open wide, Set your bells ringing: Christ the Chief Reaper Comes, His sheaf bringing. Earth
Let us keep on with Christina Rossetti’s Easter poems. The two below are from her Verses, though once again she has also written another Easter Even poem that you can read here. The first below is a strange piece, but I like the last verse in particular. Easter present to myself from the Handmade shop,