Blog of Susannah Quinsee about life, work, parenthood and play
I haven’t blogged a poem for ages. At first I was a bit stressed that I had failed to blog one every week, then I just thought “lighten up”! Stuff happens and no-one cares so it is fine! Part of Continue reading Dunt: a poem for a dried up river, Alice Oswald
I have to admit to feeling pretty uninspired to post a poem this week and I didn’t post one last week – due to being preoccupied filling a skip and wanted to find a poem about a skip which was Continue reading The Fair Singer, Andrew Marvell
I could probably end up posting a John O’Donohue poem every week as the are often so beautifully apt. This weekend in Easter and a lovely long bank holiday weekend, with also an additional week off work for me. The Continue reading For Celebration – John O’Donohue
I watched the film Sylvia the other night, which I found incredibly moving and was haunted by the story and characters for a few days. Not just Sylvia’s death, but reading more about Assia Wevill and her death with her Continue reading Prologue to Spring by Sylvia Plath
Bit of self-indulgence this week as I meant to post this earlier and forgot as I was feeling a bit under the weather. Back in January, I did the 64 Million Artists Creative Challenge and one day was tasked to Continue reading My lockdown 3 poem
I’m cheating a bit this week as the “poem” I have chosen isn’t a poem but a song. However it stands alone as poem. I heard it in a yoga class (run by my wonderful friend and new yoga teacher Continue reading The Lost Words Blessing
Not sure if it is lockdown or just that we are at home more so noticing but there has been A LOT of fox action around our neighbourhood this January. And I mean A LOT. Including finishing off our last Continue reading Straight Talk from Fox, Mary Oliver
Not really a poem this week, although I heard this during a yoga class and it reads like a poem. In the middle of winter, which we are in, and it is gloomy and feels long, endless, the sentiments of Continue reading Thresholds, by John O’Donohue
I treated myself to Margaret Atwood’s new book of poetry recently, Dearly which arrived this morning. Yay. I have to admit that I had forgotten I had ordered this as due to lockdown 3 its taken forever to arrive. What Continue reading “This Fjord Looks Like a Lake”, Margaret Atwood
So a bit of a silly poem for Saturday, we all need a bit of light relief. When I told a friend at work that I was putting a poem on my blog each day during Lockdown: The Return, she Continue reading Saturday silly