What's this page? - About Me!
Talking "about me" is something
many feel uncomfortable with, especially people from my generation. We are
taught not to "blow our own trumpet" and self aggrandizement is definitely
frowned on. However, writing with humility in our hearts and a tongue in our
cheek can turn an "about me" story into a enjoyable read.
He was like a cock that thought the sun had risen to hear him crow.
I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly.
Where did this love of poetry
come from? I have often asked myself that question. Looking back over
my life I realise that there has never been a time when I didn't have some
book in my hand. Running the gamut from early readings of favourite
nursery rhymes and fairy tales, Enid Blyton's Noddy; (how sad that our world
has become one of over zealous political correctness, to have banned such
much loved literature to the extent that a generation has missed out), to the gory details
depicted in Patricia Cornwall's books about murder and forensic science.
However, when seeking inspiration or moments of clarity I often turn to
reading poetry, there is a timelessness about the words and feelings they
portray and it's reassuring to read that the lives of my forefathers where
fraught with the same emotions that beset us all today.
Who are my favourite poets?
The poets gracing my library are many and varied but certainly
there are Keats, Shelley, Shakespeare and Browning amongst them, my
tastes have changed or mellowed over the years but I generally prefer
to remain within those "moments in time" when
romance
came with a capital
R
and it was "cool" to expose our emotions in written form. When did
the beautiful art of letter writing fade out? In my lifetime
definitely, don't get me wrong, I love the technology that allows me to
share my love of the written word with you but I also mourn the passing of a
quieter, slower time, a time when a wife would write to her husband such
immortal lines as those
written by Anne Bradstreet (1612 - 1672)
If ever two were one, then
surely we.
If ever man were loved by
wife, then thee.
If ever wife were happy in a
man,
Compare with me, ye women, if
you can...
Or who can forget those
wonderful lines from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616)
Goodnight, goodnight! parting
is such sweet sorrow
That I shall say goodnight
till it be morrow...
Born and raised in a small
village in the Cotswolds of England and now living on a beautiful gem in the
Pacific Ocean; Aotearoa
[pronounced - ah-teh-ah-row-ah]
(land of the long white cloud), the Maori name for New Zealand.
The sparkling waters of
Auckland Harbour - City of Sails
I embrace my English heritage
whilst loving and appreciating this island paradise I have called home for
the past 30 years. I am a new grandma and adore my grandson Lee Michael (a
special Christmas baby, 23 December), my son Robbie and Krissy my
daughter-in-law.
My family upbringing was one
where the arts in all its forms were appreciated and practiced, with my
mother being a talented thespian, historian and landscape gardener and where
my father devoured biographies, non fiction and played the accordion with a
style and panache that is not easy to achieve with that instrument.
All those who have ever tried to play an accordion will know what I mean.
He was an excellent musician, lover of music and perpetual Peter Pan who
never grew up and loved playing tricks on the unsuspecting. The wide
spectrum of artistic and creative endeavour that was evident in my childhood
home, meant that
there were always a great variety of books to be read, books were a passion
of both my parents and that is one of the many legacies that they handed
down to their children. My parents were war
time lovers and endured the London blitz and bombings and all the horrors of those times
and I salute all the
brave men and women who have fought for their countries everywhere. When
will we learn that fighting begets more fighting?
I have been involved in a
variety of artistic and creative pursuits, teaching porcelain painting and doll artistry,
drawing and painting as a hobby and other "crafty" things too numerous to
mention and in more recent years I have turned my hand to teaching computer
studies to students at a local Private Training Establishment.
So, here I am at the end of my
tale, one of the "baby boomers", a mother, a grandma, a wife, a friend, what
more can one ask of life?
I hope you enjoy reading my
selection of poems and quotes, I have an exciting list of additions that I
will put on this site over time, things like; a special children's section
that will include all my favourite fairy tales and poems from when I was
growing up, poems to celebrate our hero's and heroin's throughout our war
torn history and somewhere for you to submit your own poems...
This website is evolving,
improving and growing all the time. The most valuable assets are the
visitors and customers that drop by to brows the many romantic poems and
relationship information here. Please feel free to use the contact page as
often as you like. Contacting me is easy, just
follow this link - contact. Thank you for your input in advance. I really appreciate
receiving feedback from you, whether it's a suggestion on improving this
site or a request for your favourite poetry to be included.
Kindest regards and happy
reading!
Erica
The only end to writing is to
enable the readers better to enjoy life,
or better to endure it.
Samuel Johnson (1709 -
1784)
Too many people in the modern
world view poetry as a luxury,
not a necessity like petrol.
But to me it's the oil of
life.
Sir John Betjeman (1906
-1984)
'I can repeat poetry as well
as other folk if it comes to that - '
'Oh, it needn't come to that!'
Alice hastily said.
Lewis Carroll's -
Alice Through the Looking Glass. (1872) 
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