Mary Spain

Mary Spain Poems

41. Jungle Games 7/30/2012
42. In Touch 7/30/2012
43. The Game Of Cat And Man 7/30/2012
44. Generation Gap 7/30/2012
45. Who Am I? 7/30/2012
46. Verbosity 7/30/2012
47. The Mystery 7/30/2012
48. Old Acquaintance 8/1/2012
49. Battle On The Beach 12/6/2013
50. Unity 2/2/2014
51. Hope 2/4/2014
52. In From The Cold 2/4/2014
53. Poetic Law 2/4/2014
54. Midsummer Day's Dream 7/14/2014

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  • Mary Spain (5/25/2016 8:47:00 AM)

    blog address: http: //

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  • Michael Shepherd (9/4/2009 9:15:00 AM)


    Do you feel like adding your blog address to your (non-existent!) biodata here?

    I keep losing track of it..

    Michael with love

  • Babasaheb Salve (7/14/2009 3:30:00 AM)

    very butiful indeed arousing closeness to the divine sound

  • Gina Onyemaechi (8/4/2006 2:28:00 PM)

    I am so grateful to Michael Shepherd for announcing Ms Spain today on the forum. She writes with skill, elegance, and innovation using unforced and almost inconspicuous rhyme. When I wrote this (4th August 2006) , Ms Spain had 11 sonnets on show and I enjoyed every last one immensely. Thanks for sharing your writing, Mary.

  • Michael Shepherd (8/2/2006 6:19:00 AM)

    Mary Spain is one of those poets who published 'slim volumes' of fine poetry in the days before the internet, read by discerning readers; then found other good things to occupy her time, which continue to touch many people young and old. She writes skilful, relaxed sonnets among other verse, and I commend her wisdom to what I hope is a new extensive readership worldwide in this 'poetic renaissance' - hers and ours!

Best Poem of Mary Spain

An Early Night

He said he'd ring as soon as he returned.
At nine, indulgent of her eagerness,
She settled down with joy to wait and turned
Her chair to face the 'phone. At ten the stress
Of waiting prompted her to make some tea;
Eleven found her mind in disarray
Imagining some dire calamity
Or accident encountered on his way.
At half-past twelve... should she dial 999?
At one she went to bed. He rang next day:
'Darling, I'm sorry; everything is fine,
But Eric's wife was ill, I had to stay.':
Fondly he said, 'I knew you'd be all right.'
'Of course, ' she lied, ...

Read the full of An Early Night

The Prisoner's Wife

She sits there, fingering her wedding-ring
With restless hands, while counsel for the Crown,
Urbane and skilled, concludes his questioning.
She listens, keen and anxious, quick to frown
At each obtrusive sound that might distract
The judge's ear. They speak of violence
In passive tones, as men play out an act
They've played before; where one man's innocence
Or guilt is held contained within the scope

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