Musings from my conservatoryA Poem by BeccyBy nature, I am an assiduous collector of books and trivia; sometimes I sift, sort the wheat from the chaff, but mostly, I just store, not so much as to hoard for the sake of hoarding, but more in the fashion of an overly cautious squirrel readying itself for winter. Often, when I open a second-hand book, a notation on the flyleaf will catch my eye; just as happened last week when I picked up a a slightly tattered copy of 'October and other poems,' by Robert Bridges. 'To Jane, with regard from your father,' read the faded, black ink inscription. No surname, no further clue and even the little printed certificate of merit, (the book's origin clearly being a school prize-giving ceremony,) was a blank canvas. An unfortunate oversight? Perhaps, but combined with 'regard' rather than 'love,' it had me imagining the circumstances under which a young girl came by such a dismissive gesture, which led me to conclude that hers was perhaps not a childhood made in heaven; the book itself, easily post-dating the suffragette movement. As for trivia, well, one never knows when it might come in handy. For example, I know the intimate workings of a Wilson Cloud Chamber and that a single sea oyster can filter up to a hundred litres of water every day; And even now, from childhood memory, plus much practise at the breakfast table, I can recite the entire contents listed on a box of Kellogs Cornflakes.
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Added on May 1, 2015Last Updated on May 1, 2015 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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