Category John Skelton

Let the bird of paradise speak loud from his cage

I want to recite to camera a long poem, originally by John Skelton. And I want to do so from the top of the Tyndale Monument, a tall tower on a hill near Bristol.  William Tyndale and Skelton both lived in the reign of Henry VIIIth but they have more than that in common… Continue reading Let the bird of paradise speak loud from his cage

The sky is cloudy, the coast is nothing clear. Is there anything we should be doing ?

I was contacted recently by a friend and colleague now retired. She was an NHS mental health worker, who gave her all for years flat out, feelingly and wisely. Now she paces and grieves. Here is a slightly abridged version of what she wrote :

“I have met with several ex-colleagues recently. On Saturday… Continue reading The sky is cloudy, the coast is nothing clear. Is there anything we should be doing ?

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