Review of Romance Times Two

This debut novella contains two stories.  The first about a young single mother and the second about a young widow.  Both stories feature the ability to overcome loss and grief and find new love.

The Picture Postcard my first novella,is also about a girl who finds the Quaker Meetings helpful and this begins a journey of self discovery.

The Autumn Tree is about the mature woman finding new directions.
An excellent read for those who like romantic fiction.

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Review - Frozen

This film from the Walt Disney stable is destined to become a classic for many years. Loosely based on the fairy tale of The Snow Queen by Hans Christian Anderson, I am sure he would have been delighted. The graphics are wonderful and best viewed on the big screen but the animations will delight everyone. The twist in the ending, would gain approval from Carl Jung and 1960's feminists alike. A thoroughly deserved box office success.

five stars - thoroughly recommended

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Review of The Grand Budapest Hotel

Review - The Grand Budapest Hotel

This Hollywood Farce is in the true Carry On tradition. The blue humour would be shocking if it were not so funny. The accents of the cast are equally humourous. Pastiches of James Bond Movies and The Great Escape add to the hilarity of the film. The visual art jokes that run through the film are beyond words.  From the blue screen snow shots to the Beardsley print, feast your eyes on visual humour on a Hollywood scale. Costumes,cardboard sets; artificiality is the name of the game; failure to recognise it and the joke is on us. Structurally Ralph Finnes was a tour de force. Enjoy this film on many levels. Worth a second viewing, if not more.

five stars

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Quaker Grey

The grey dawn emerged
as a background to the day,
she put on her grey dress
and white bonnet.

The grey goose in the yard
was silent and her
grey sleek beautiful cat
silently approached.

Her hair was grey too
and her grey shoes
Serviceable.

But she was not grey.
Unpretentious, calm, growing older
in peace, she was nonjudgmental,
unassuming, thoughtful.

When the battle came,
the grey uniforms, stained red and then brown,
she was a strong, unobtrusive shadow,
passing with strips of torn cotton
for bandages and bandages of words
of comfort to bind the wounds.

Her colours were  but
nuances of resilience
in the face of tragedy.

The Old Piano

There is a space in the room
unfilled by music and
an instrument , an investment
waiting to bloom.
The classes would be
a chore for the present
an investment resented.

The hours of practice
instead of kicking a ball
Made to study
large keys for fingers so small

And now the old piano
stood patiently waiting
and he had finished hating
Music now was his core


His parents now dead
perhaps his kindred
might learn and be fed.
An instead of resentment
He mourned.

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Happiness

 Happiness

Happiness is toasting scones upon a rainy day
Or missing someone very much when they have gone away
Happiness is sitting when the children are in bed
Or butter, thick, upon a slice of fresh and crusty bread.
Happiness is walking through a field of new laid snow
Or just thinking, " Well, I'm me" and being happy so
Happiness is beiong glad and having lots to do
And loving someone very much and knowing they love you
Happiness is coming home to have a cup of tea
And seeing children's eye light up, and bathing someone's knee.
Happiness is listening while little children sing
Happiness,Oh Happiness is such a quiet thing
Its living and its having power to strive
It isn't just existing - it's knowing you're alive.

Pat Morris

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