(The Cave of Swimmers, Gilf Kebir plateau, Egypt) I’ve decided to take up a sonnet-writing challenge. Haven’t written one in ages, and I actually don’t remember ever having written a worthwhile one. I’ve been mulling over this dream that has surfaced quite often ever since I could vividly remember my dreams: My house has becomeContinue reading “Sonnet for Swimmers”
Author Archives: Mabel Lee
Home for the Holidays, and to Ring in 2012
All days are sacred days to wake New gladness in the sunny air. Only a night from old to new; Only a sleep from night to morn. The new is but the old come true; Each sunrise sees a new year born. – Helen Hunt Jackson, “New Year’s Morning” This is the first time inContinue reading “Home for the Holidays, and to Ring in 2012”
The Land of Kilts and Castles
Such dusky grandeur clothed the height, Where the huge castle holds it state, And all the steep slope down, Whose ridgy back heaves to the sky, Piled deep and massy, close and high, Mine own romantic town! – Sir Walter Scott John and I are ready to embark on yet another cold winter holiday…Continue reading “The Land of Kilts and Castles”
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