As it is said, through the bleak and hollow laugh whereby we accommodate the grimmest truths, that no good deed shall go unpunished, so it is that everything of light and beauty carries close behind its shadow self. Thus it is that the price of love shall be grief and the gall of grief shall match within the mirror the light and beauty of that love. Such is the symmetry that pairs the seasons, gives the sun its heat, the moon its ice and takes us from our mother’s arms, along our way of chance or choice and so to sleep.
I'm a post-retirement Drama teacher, currently working part-time. I have a grown-up son and daughter, three grandchildren and three young children from my second marriage. I write - principally poetry but prose too, both fitfully published. My poetry collection Ancient Lights is published by Phoenicia Publishing (www.phoeniciapublishing.com) and my translation of Blaise Cendrars' 'Trans-Siberian Prosody and Little Jeanne from France' (illustrated by my friend, the artist, writer and long-time blogger Natalie d'Arbeloff) is published by Old Stile Press (www.oldstilepress.com).
I play bass guitar & bouzouki in the song-based acoustic/electric trio Moorby Jones, playing entirely original material.
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Well said!
Cheers, Ellen!