oh and I am leaving cornwall

next week

back to cambs

and family




hmmmmm yes ....weird?

Yes I know it's a day late

but attention was brought to this poem by a girl called jack

and it has stayed and started to haunt

so the best place for haunting is this blog

these words are powerful and if ever a lover could be as truthful and as honest i would be a happy woman....



Valentine by Carol Ann Duffy
Not a red rose or a satin heart.

I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.

Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.

I am trying to be truthful.

Not a cute card or a kissogram.

I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.

Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.

Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.