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We Cast Pale Shadows: Selected Poems
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Throughout, one is frequently transported from shadow to sunlight, from spring to winter and from despair to hope. Reading these poems will take the reader on a journey through the eclectic mind of an insightful observer of the human condition. Believing that all themes or topics can be the inspiration for poetry, James has created poems in a variety of subjects and poetic structures. Hopefully, within the pages of this modest collection all readers will find something to engage, inspire and entertain them.
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We Cast Pale Shadows - James Rainsford
James Rainsford is the creative pseudonym of K. D. (Brian) Curtis, a writer, photographer and sometime musician. He was raised in Essex, and attended The University of Sussex, where he read Philosophy, English and History. He is married with two children and currently resides in Somerset, UK.
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By the same author
Education, Edukation, Edukashun
ISBN 9781905513901
Copyright © 2020 James Rainsford
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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To my parents, who made possible my opportunities to grow and learn how to love and be loved.
To my belovéd wife, Wendy: daughters, Belinda and Debbie, grandchildren, Laura and David and great-grandchildren Olivia and Imogen. They have in their various ways, all been an inspiration. They are my most precious legacy.
Also, to all those teachers, pupils, students, friends, lovers, and especially the beautiful strangers, who knowingly, or unknowingly, have brightened life’s journey and made living less a chore and more a rare affair.
I thank them all.
About this poetry collection
The poems selected here for publication were all written over the period from 1964 until 2019. They represent a wide variety of themes and topics and are not organised in chronological or thematic order, but have been selected to illustrate the breadth of interests which have inspired their creation. Randomly interspersed throughout the collection are poems categorised as ‘Amuse Bouche,’ a phrase borrowed from the restaurant trade and which loosely translates as ‘smiling mouth,’ they are included to occasionally lighten the mood and provide a contrast to the more contemplative and introspective offerings.
Contents
Déjà Vue
Fortune
Flowers after the Funeral
Guesting in Dreams
A Florida Poem
Autumn Walk
Song for an Ex-Wife
Ascent
Affair
Lesson in Falling Over
Make-up in the Morning
Memory of a Winter Lakeside at Dawn
Monotheism
Ascending
Stone Circle
It’s a Man’s World?
A Friday Poem
Sonnet to Sanity
A Wasted Week?
Eagle
Dartmouth
Angel?
Belonging
Elegy for a Fox
Enlightenment
For a Friend Buried at Saint Mary’s Churchyard Hawkesbury
Self-Censorship
September Meeting
Wise Blood
Autumn Express
The verb/adverb way to start the day!
Separation
She Was
Where is the Child?
Songs and Seasons
Saloon Bar Super Heroes
What Dream is This?
The Bell Ringers
And builds A Hell in Heaven’s Despite
Traveller
Twilight Meetings
Literary Critic
This Year’s Deaths
Venus in a Public Bar
Food Festival
Devon Sunset
What About Now?
Some People I Know
Any Dream
Armistice Day
The End Begins
The Intensely Loved
When the World Was
The Kind of Care I Care About
Final Silence
The Wasteland Revisited
A Sonnet to Natasha
To Ernie, who used to play dominoes at my local pub
We’ll know this Love
Time and Seasons
To my daughter for a day remembered
Who Will?
Where’s Wordsworth?
A New Face
Childhood and Dunkirk
Words
Zenith
Divorce
Revolution
Tomorrow’s Country
The Women who Amaze me Most
The Invitation
To Personify
Even Now
Goodbye Apollo
He who pays the piper
Sunday Lunchtime Stripper
Listen!
Some idle thoughts on grass and stubble
It Was a Loneliness
Natural Disaster
Infinity
Night in a Disco
Nicotine Queen
November 5th 1980
Night Quatrains
On the Same Day
Opinions!
Places
Relationships Grow Wrinkles
One of the Few
Poem for my Godson
Poetry
Prayer
Please put down that book
Requiem for the Rhondda
How a conference speech was saved by a marvel of modern medicine
Retirement
River of Life
Sales Meeting
See it Through
Reasons
On the death of Margaret Thatcher
Omniscience?
Now
Nightmare
Mansions of the Mind
Mondays
Letter to my Mother
Shoes
The Saving Slaves
It was an old hotel
Company Reps
Limits
A Meeting
Holy Attire
New Year 2014
Circle of Knowledge
Dare
Hedgehog
How Easily
Fundamentalism
To W B Yeats
Fort Hood Texas
I Remember
Waiting
Dreams
Arthurian Vision
To my wife on our move to a new home in the country
Final Silence
A Poem for My Wife
Edward Woodward’s Dream
Staid
The Game
The Sum
Easy
The Grim Reaper
Moments