Biography of Ernestine Northover
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.
I love communicating with people and tend to see the funny side of life, as you may see by my poems. It is a wonderful way of expelling stress, releasing emotions from loss and sadness, and also sharing happiness. A great way to express oneself and see nature and life in all its beauty.
I don't class myself as an expert with poetry, I just enjoy creating it, and hope people will like and take pleasure in reading what I have written.
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.
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,
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.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, Why do I look in you, at all, For all I see is the same old me, And not how I so want to be.
Tiger with coat of dissimilar stripes, When he’s angry, tiger swipes, Tiger cautious, guarding his lair, Danger lurking, tiger aware.
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,
I was happy this morning, as I woke up in bed, Then realized it was Monday and I faced the day with dread, For somehow, whatever comes my way, my temper is displayed, Just mentioning 'it's Monday', my nerves, they become frayed.
Anywhere You Choose
With this heart I'll meet you, With this heart I'll greet you, Anywhere you choose.
Her Shopping Expedition
She picked up the bags which contained all her shopping, Trying to carry them along without dropping The contents. Hoping the handles wouldn't give way, Spreading her purchases around on display.
A Walk In The Park
A walk in the park is a pleasure to do, When a visit to one is long overdue, To take the dogs too, is really great, For the exercise is just first rate.
You And Me
My universe, that's what you are, My morning sun and my evening star, The reason for every step I take, And help with every move I make,
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,
The White Feather
A pure white feather floats silently towards the ground. As it lands, I pick it up, and rest it gently in the palm of my hand.
* Not Her Choice
Not Her Choice
A lady wrapped up against the cold,
Has ventured out, some food to find.
The snow is quite deep and all is white,
She struggles on with all her might,
It is not easy growing old.