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 -13 yrs and 11 yrs. I paint in oils, watercolours and pastels and also 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.
Anywhere You Choose
With this heart I'll meet you, With this heart I'll greet you, Anywhere you choose.
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 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.
A Distant View
A distant view Can beckon you To dream of unknown destinations Where life has no more regulations
A Heavenly Thought
I had a thought, that if I got to Heaven And knocked on the 'pearly gates' at seven, St Peter would say ' Hold it there' We haven't got a place to spare,
Just Another Moment
There he is, crossing the road, very slowly, walking away from me. I recognise his back, the way he walks,
A Perfect Gent
He was a perfect gent, Who having thus been lent, This, Oh such precious key, With which to view a property,
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 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.
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
The wind whistles eerily, as the storm approaches, it gradually encroaches, taking over like some unscrupulous military machine, giving way to no one,
The wind whistles eerily, as the storm approaches,
it gradually encroaches, taking over
like some unscrupulous military machine,
giving way to no one,
just charging along at a fierce pace,
buffeting anything that gets in the way.
It cannot turn back, not once it's committed.
The oncoming storm whips it into swirls of forceful energy,