A love of wild life and nature, together with family life, is depicted in my poems, music, and pictures. Before I go any further I would like to quote the words of a great poet of Nature;
"Primroses by the river's brim,
A yellow Primrose was to him,
And it was nothing more,"
I am trying to put my thoughts on paper, and show that there is more to the "Primroses" of this world. We just see things as they are. Each specimen of nature definitely holds in the mind of each and everyone of us, a wonder and mystery within it's own creation. These maze of thoughts must be written down; perhaps gaining the immortality that their perpetrators cannot. Just as a painter uses paints and brushes to bring life to an ordinary every day object, so too can the writer and poet with pen and ink. After all, the Creator's power is first in the "word" and then in the pen, writing down warnings and instructions for mankind. His Word, the Scriptures, are his "drawing boards" for life; the pen has always proved mightier than the sword. It is also good when someone appreciates what another has written, and mulls over the contents of his or her writings.
In the poem Eden, I have attempted to capture the "truth", the reality of the deception, and the betrayal, in that paradisiac garden, together with the sacrifice Christ made in taking Adam's place as the perfect man who did not succumb to the tempter's whiles. Christ regained for all of mankind the hope of Everlasting Life which Adam lost. You will see the tempter in the tree, and the serpent whom he spoke through, on the ground. Eve is looking astonished (in cartoon form) with the forbidden fruit in her hand. Jesus is there, at the same time, symbolically taking Adam's place. He is offering the tree of life to the oblivious woman, who represents today's populace.
Eve was not as guilty as her husband, because he knew the true consequences of his actions, as he had direct contact with his maker; Eve did not have the privilege of talking directly with God. The resulting crime of Adam is that he did not protect his family. This is reminiscent of many husbands today, who beat and torture their wives and children. If they were like Christ they would be gentle in their dealings with them. In this poem I also demonstrate the power of womankind over her menfolk. Even if this story were a myth, the teachings behind it are just as poignant.
In "December", I am attempting to convey the message of the ability for mankind to enjoy himself and hide his vulnerability in festivals. The irony here is that Christ was not born in December, as most people now recognise. He was born sometime three months prior in Autumn, a more friendly season for people to register a birth and travel for the Roman Census, that was being held at the time of Jesus's birth. Also, shepherds are not found in the fields with their sheep in mid-winter. The festival of 'Christmastide' is much to do with mankind renewing his energies, and his making new resolutions for the new year ahead.
My other poems speak for themselves, especially the one "Classified", which is a true story of the bullying of a little girl by a man who did wrestling in his spare time. This poem, like Eden shows again the vulnerability of womankind in the form of a little girl.
I chose the title "Edge of Winter" for this poetry collection, because in all these poems Nature's 'harsh edge', together with a humorous side of life, reveals itself in some shape or form. Also the lyrical build up of the words and sentences hope to convey the pace of winter's edge.
Janet Marie Cattier
Earth is a fortunate planet.
A beautiful planet since the dawn
of creation. All over the Earth the sun
rises in different locations, adding variety and
interest for the many races that inhabit the
planet Earth's surface.
The Moari warriors of New Zealand chant,
welcoming New Years day
as the sun rises over the horizon.
Sea birds wait for the sun to rise
every year, on that special day
on Gannet Island. The sun shows
a brilliant yellow rising from the cliff tops
of New Zealand's Cape Island:
The birds spend two days eating,
eating, eating, and eating, gauging all the fish
that they can manage to fill themselves with, making the
most of that very special day.
This must be where the name greedy Gannet comes from!
These birds also form a mating bond for life.
True story of a cerebral palsey victim.
Written during the year 1996. age 51 years.
I am now classified as an invalid. Not Certified!
It is not that I do not want to come out, but;
My body says no, it cannot mix with crowds.
It is getting older, and my head is sore and bad.
It is sad that it is so full of noise. The less worried
and stressed I am, the better I function. After all,
when I was five I was taken out of a rough school
and put into Hale End Road physically disabled school,
picked up by bus and brought home
at four in the afternoon.
I now have help from various sources.
Various things they do to keep me living.
I have a help in the home;
I had a male helper last week!
Protection from the world!
It jumps on the back of the weak,
Tearing at them with their bare hands,
Making their lives empty and bleak.
Bullied all my life,
So much so that I’ve had to make a haven,
To escape from the wicked;
My very soul they have craven.
I hide in my upstairs haven,
Away from any awful din -
Verbal or otherwise!
The world I once knew,
Has been brought down to size.
I can rest, write, or pray,
Watch TV or speak on hearing
Phone. Another peaceful day!
From the age of 10 years,
I went to a missionary Hall and Bible study.
Brownies, Girl Guides, Church and Wingfield
Music Club. They all carried on a while.
This was my interesting style.
A doctor had told my mother a few years before; "While she's young, do not
stop her from doing
anything. She will be all right by 21!"
My nerves from 12 years old got very bad,
I could not easily socialize,
which was very sad.
I carried on going to the Missionary Hall.
My mother took me, I was glad,
Walking to Lea Bridge Road from
our little terraced house in Richmond Road,
Walthamstow, E.l7. The meetings were
held in a disused shop near Markhouse Rd. end.
We often heard the peel of church bells from
St. Saviour's Church, opposite my dad's favourite cycle shop,
(Lipscombes, it was called), on a Sunday morning,
going to the "Hall".
My guide captain once became upset when I
left at l6, because she said they
could not have anyone with speech problems,
taking a small group, even though my turn had come.
A grammar school girl had just joined, not qualified, and
took my place. The story of my life, always second best!
Not now, I say, because indoors I stay!
Doing something others will never do.
aiming to become some sort of writer. Music
written on computer, I also pursue.
At 18, I underwent water baptism.
It had taken all this time to make me wise,
I could not hear in Missionary Hall,
Nervous at the same time.
Hours I sat with everything flowing
right over my deaf head.
Not telling others, though I expect
they understood. It was me who suffered silently.
I did once call on that guide captain, who lived in Boundary
Road, Walthamstow, and preached to her from my very own bible!
How happy I was, that God had shown her that
given the chance, I COULD INSTRUCT AND SPEAK.
After all he had chosen Moses to speak to Egypt,
with brother Aaron second in command. Moses
was slow of speech like me, and very qualified
My ears had been damaged by either birth, measles,
or by the Lennox Rd. bully, Mr. Smith, whom everybody
intensely disliked. We were only sitting on a wall, that
wasn't his,chatting happily. Because he thought we
were rude to him,- somebody had called out
"Smutty" to him, which was his loathsome nickname-
he told us off, grabbed hold of me
and whacked me round both ears;
knocking me out
into the middle of Queens Rd,
which was at the top of my road,
Richmond Rd., and joined onto the adjacent Lennox Rd.
where George Gascoigne Central School was situated.
George Gascoigne later became an experimental
Comprehensive: at least it was this
by the time I attended it in the middle l950s.
Richmond Rd. had an allotment
opposite a row of terrace houses,
Mine was number 25,
and Queens Rd. Park could be seen in the distance
over the allotments.
After a while, I came too, picked myself up and struggled
home like a wounded dog,
never to be the same again.
That man was never prosecuted,
The proprietors of the Off-license opposite,
were too scared of the bully to testify.
The police would not take notice of my friends.
There were nine or them including
twins, Carol and Christine,
who always stood by me!
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