Hi Everybody!
It's weekend - enjoy!
I'm hoping very much that the weekend will bring us some rain and a cool down before I dry out completely and turn to dust!
Today I have a digital piece to share, using elements from me, Serif and Mischief Circus. I was talking to some neighbours who recently lost their son, and they are, of course, devastated. So I made this piece with the title 'sorrow' to sort my feelings. The poem is the first verse of the 'sad shepherd' by William Butler Yates. My auntie Betty used to read poetry to me when I was a kid, and this was one of my faves, and I asked to hear it again and again....I think she gave me a lifelong love of poetry, and that is a great gift:
The Sad Shepherd
There was a man whom Sorrow named his friend,
And he, of his high comrade Sorrow dreaming,
Went walking with slow steps along the gleaming
And humming sands, where windy surges wend:
And he called loudly to the stars to bend
From their pale thrones and comfort him, but they
Among themselves laugh on and sing alway:
And then the man whom Sorrow named his friend
Cried out, Dim sea, hear my most piteous story!
The sea swept on and cried her old cry still,
Rolling along in dreams from hill to hill.
He fled the persecution of her glory
And, in a far-off, gentle valley stopping,
Cried all his story to the dewdrops glistening.
But naught they heard, for they are always listening,
The dewdrops, for the sound of their own dropping.
And then the man whom Sorrow named his friend
Sought once again the shore, and found a shell,
And thought, I will my heavy story tell
Till my own words, re-echoing, shall send
Their sadness through a hollow, pearly heart;
And my own tale again for me shall sing,
And my own whispering words be comforting,
And lo! my ancient burden may depart.
Then he sang softly nigh the pearly rim;
But the sad dweller by the sea-ways lone
Changed all he sang to inarticulate moan
Among her wildering whirls, forgetting him.
I still have several poetry books that she gave me, and although they are old and tatty I treasure them.
Some photos from my walks. I haven't been far, it's been too hot!
The green man is dressed well for this hot weather!
The horses are sensible, they stand in the shade:
St Swidbert keeping watch over the town:
Have a great weekend, take care,
and thanks a lot for coming by!