‘The echo of a memory sits somewhere on the edge of today’s crisp outline and the fragile minute fleetingly touches fingertips to hold hands with the past.’ from ‘On the Disused Airfield’ by Virginia Betts (copyright, Virginia Betts, Tourist to the Sun, 2022, all rights reserved.) In remembrance of an uncle on a birthday.
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David Lloyd Book Club
Since January, I have kicked off the Ipswich branch of the David Lloyd book club, which meets every last Wednesday of the month at 7.30 in the adults lounge of the gym. I am very proud to be doing this, having been a member of this gym since 2011. I swim almost every day andContinue reading “David Lloyd Book Club”
My first time on a live Twitch stream for World Poetry Read Aloud day!
Just had a fantastic time on the twitch stream of ‘Sailing Ocelot’. What a fantastic host! She was generous enough to allow me to perform 4 of my poems which I think the audience enjoyed. I wish I had learned them all, as you can’t look at the camera properly when you read them, butContinue reading “My first time on a live Twitch stream for World Poetry Read Aloud day!”
‘Spare’ time.
Have I read the book? Yes, of course. I am not a royal watcher, fanatic or even much of a fan. I have to confess that when I took a tour through the crown jewels last year, I was slightly sickened as I had just walked past quite a few sleeping bags in shop doorways.Continue reading “‘Spare’ time.”
To the New Year!
So, I am back. Today is one of those days where I just ave no energy and want to spend it hunkered down indoors in a cosy hoodie. I juts spent 1 hour deleting old emails, and I still have 8000 to go. Any suggestions? I find this gives me an utter headache and IContinue reading “To the New Year!”
Life is very short, and there’s no time for fussing and fighting my friend.
Today is December 8th, and I wanted to remember John Lennon. In 1980, on this day, he was shot outside his home in New York. I remember it well. I was fairly young, but I do remember that he was important to my parents, and I was brought up on the music of the Beatles.Continue reading “Life is very short, and there’s no time for fussing and fighting my friend.”
Dracula’s Guest
Yesterday I was fortunate enough to take a trip to Felixstowe’s Two Sisters Arts Centre to see the play Dracula’s Guest, an adaption of works by Bram Stoker . The play, produced by Brother Wolf Productions starred award-winning actor James Hyland, who wrote the adaption, and also Ashton Spear. I was so impressed! As IContinue reading “Dracula’s Guest”
A modern fairy tale.
Feeling inspired. A little poem: A Modern Fairy Tale. Envy is a mean-eyed bitch; a talentless witch, who sits in her empty coven, cooking up futile spells in her barren oven. Jealousy is her small-minded daughter; a shapeless lump, who sits hunched in her infertile cave, fingers poised with her poison pen; follows Envy toContinue reading “A modern fairy tale.”
Today.
Today’s post is in memory of Uncle Richard, who left the earthly life one year ago today. A man with whom I enjoyed chatting about music, guitars, other instruments, lyrics and zany comedy. He could pick up any instrument and play it, and I was waiting for him to try out my violin. What IContinue reading “Today.”
for the 11th hour..
So, a while back I had this poem published in Tourist to the Sun. I wrote it on the 11th November 2019, and it gives a nod to the the fact that as a child I actually lived next door to a man who fought in the First World War. There are few of hisContinue reading “for the 11th hour..”
Virginia Betts 