Grief was the mainmast

  Weary with serving where I nought could get Weary with serving where I nought could get, I thought to cross great Neptune’s greatest seas, To live in exile; but my drift was let By cruel fortune, spiteful of such ease. The ship I had to pass in was my mind, Greedy desire was topsail […]

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A cloud of dark disdain

I was so excited recently to visit the exhibition from the National Portrait gallery on display at Montecute House in Somerset. A favourite poet of mine, Sir Thomas Wyatt was an Tudor adventurer, soldier and maybe spy, was on display – not the man himself, obviously but two portraits which I had only ever seen in books or […]

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