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Pubs and Books

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What could be more pleasant than a cooling pint on a hot summer’s day? A cooling pint and a good book.
I have been popping into the Westow House in Crystal Palace for some time now. They do an excellent Sunday roast and out of sheer politeness I feel obliged to have a pint or two while enjoying the convivial atmosphere of the pub!
I was unaware until Sunday 14 August that in addition to serving good food, the Westow House also hosts a small library. Having discovered this fact, I have donated a copy of my latest collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” to the pub’s library. The Westow is a busy place so I like to think that from time to time a pub goer will take down my book and enjoy a quiet read.
For “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind” please visit http://moyhill.com/lost/. For details of the Westow House please see http://westowhouse.com/.

Itch

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An itch, once scratched may sleep
But will creep
Back.
The flame
Inflames
And we lack
The will
To be still
So tease
And please the inflammation.

Anticipation
Grows
And on dainty toes
Enters, and does prettily sigh,
“Try
One more time,
For to scratch an itch is truly divine”.
We pine for pleasure,
Act on desire, then repent at leisure.

The Dangers Posed by Electric Cars to Blind People

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The Guide Dogs for the Blind Association (the UK charity which trains assistance dogs for visually impaired people) is campaigning to raise the issue of the danger posed by electric cars to those with sight loss.

Electric vehicles make little noise which make them particularly dangerous to people who are visually impaired and rely on their hearing to get around safely.

To watch the video please follow this link:

http://www.guidedogs.org.uk/supportus/campaigns/#.V7AUojVMTIU

Ethereal

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Sunlight slants through branches.
The ethereal girl dances
As the poet romances
Her
Out of the summer air.

The trill
Of an evening blackbird
Is heard.
Then without a word
She is gone,
Though in his heart she lives on.

Perchance
She will dance
Once more
When Autumn winds roar,
And clothed in russet gown
We will lie down
And forever, sleep