In my working life I was a Floral Artist, creating floral arrangements for births, weddings and funerals. A demanding but very satisfying career. I have had two commissions to create floral bouquets for Queen Elizabeth II, which was a great honour.
I have two children a boy and a girl, and two grandchildren, a girl and a boy - 7 yrs and 5 yrs. I paint in oils, watercolours and pastels and sketching/drawing. Have studied the Japanese language, created tapestries. I love books mostly historical - fact or fiction. Music, (Classical, Traditional Jazz, Musicals and anything relaxing. I love photography, as my daughter is a portrait photographer, and she has sparked my interest. ... more »
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Ernestine Northover Poems
Hold You In My Smile
Sweet moment, stay with me, and pray do not flee so soon, Let me enjoy the bliss of that first kiss beneath the moon.
Anywhere You Choose
With this heart I'll meet you, With this heart I'll greet you, Anywhere you choose.
A Gentle Voice
Speak not, to me, of mundane things, The daily chores, which dull the mind, But converse with a gentle voice that sings, As if all the golden thoughts you find,
A Day In The Life Of - Me!
I wake up in the morning and pull back the curtains, wide, And look out through the window to view the world outside, To see if the sky is blue or grey, sunny or with rain, And see if the postman's on his way with letters that contain,
Kiss me and make it seem better, Kiss me and quiet my heart, I never once asked for a letter, Stating you wanted to part.
Can You Not See
Can you not see the sorrow, in someone's tearful eyes, Or see the dread, in someone's weary frown. Can you not see the fear, when someone's telling lies, Or feel the sadness, in the laughter of a clown.
A Distant View
A distant view Can beckon you To dream of unknown destinations Where life has no more regulations
Childhood - The 21st Century
How advanced they are, these children of the future, Like small adults, within their tiny frames, They grow up in a fast 'speed driven' culture, Where 'learning pressures' change their kind of games,
A Gentle Thaw
Thick the mist at early morning's dawn, Cold the chill that enters by the door, White the frost, that lies, across the lawn, Each one piercing, striking to the core
Just Another Moment
There he is, crossing the road, very slowly, walking away from me. I recognise his back, the way he walks,
A Family Christmas
Sitting in front of the fire, Auntie Flo's reciting a story, it's one about her first Christmas as a newly wed, the same one she broadcasts every year, but no one is listening.
The wind whistles eerily, as the storm approaches, it gradually encroaches, taking over like some unscrupulous military machine, giving way to no one,
The Little Chimney Sweep - Victorian Tim...
What is above all these chimneys, I asked the young lad, The chimney sweep boy replied, Why Sir, it's the sky which is sometimes so blue, That when I look up and glance at the view,
A Heart Is Surely Bound
With branches coated topside white with snow. And blue the shadows stretched along the ground. Trees adding sharpness, a wintry view on show, With dazzling, flickering sunshine, such can astound
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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Hold You In My Smile
Sweet moment, stay with me,
and pray do not flee so soon,
Let me enjoy the bliss of that
first kiss beneath the moon.
I wish to cradle this feeling,
that has only just been found,
A feeling that has unexpectedly
turned my world around.
Do not depart, Oh please remain
within my heart awhile,
So that I can savour you once more,
and hold you in my smile.