There’s a moment when I look at you
and no speech is left in me..
tho’ the surface is calm
‘neath its smooth sheen
refusing to sleep atop
a volcano, awakened
from the fire within.
There is nothing more lovely
than your face as light plays
upon the contours of your skin’s
A merchant voyager or, vagabond
would that I could rise above
the watermark left in your wake
as your beauty drowns all in
earthly pursuit of your charms.
If I could write this memory
then; let it be written in stone
and passed down through millennia
from this ancient heart into some
future point of oblivion
that this was a love to last
throughout the ages.
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Sappho is famous (among other things) for her poetry, but not much of it has survived. Sappho’s poetry is written about by other ancient writers and, most of her writings are bits and pieces, not complete works.
I’ve always loved this piece which is pretty much very well know and was featured in an episode of Xena: Warrior Princess
“There’s a moment when I look at you, and no speech is left in me. My tongue breaks, then fire races under my skin. I tremble and grow pale, for I am dying of such love, or so it seems to me.”
We had to chose the first sentence of a poet’s words and use them, then add our own thoughts to complete a new poem. I hope Sappho would be pleased with my effort.
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My twin nephews and I walked through the Royal Pavilion gardens in Brighton, looking at all the uprooted trees.
“Some of these trees are hundreds of years old. Do you know how old that is?”
“I do, I do!” One exclaimed.
“Okay, how old is that then?” I asked
“It was before God was born.”
In 1987 my identical twin nephews were about 6 at the time and in one fell swoop, England lost over 15 million (no exaggeration) trees to a hurricane that was never even forecast. The weather man became (in) famous for telling a woman who had phoned in to ask if there was a hurricane on its way, not to worry but he added, that there may be a little bit of wind overnight. Michael Fish (the BBC weather forecaster) never lived it down.
It was the worst storm England had seen in 300 years!
There was damage to housing, businesses, cars, and land that spread its devastation right across most of the whole of southern England. I had never seen anything like it before in my lifetime. Some of the trees were hundreds of years old and had been ripped out of the ground as if they were nothing, roots and all. Lamp posts were bent double and crashed onto parked cars. The damage was dreadful and, 22 people died.
Although I hated the damage, I was also fascinated about what buried treasures there may be under the trees, in earth which hadn’t seen the light of day in all those years. Little bits of history and such, such as old coins, or pottery etc. We looked but we never found anything.
My twins saying that it was so precious, I’ve never forgotten it.
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