waldo_jeffers

This morning I have just been sitting around listening to my Bauhaus cds. I have to say their cover of "Waiting for the man" sucks greatly!! I must go to the shops soon and get myself food and stuff to last another week.

The other day while I was buying black nail varnish and a new ring in a small alternative clothing retailer around the back of St Nicholas' Market, I noticed that the lady in the shop was looking at me in a peculiar manner and then finally she commented on my pentacle pendant and asked me if I was into pagan stuff. I said I kind of was (ok I am more interested in Hermeticism, but I prefer not to discuss in in detail with people whom I don't know too well because it always seems to come out sounding really dumb or obscure and I end up having to go into long drawn out explanations and sometimes I can't be arsed with that). She then told me that there was a pagan event happening on 5th Dec - a fundraiser of some sort. She had apparently been invited to have a stall there but she was too busy. I am tempted to go along as it may be interesting. However, I am not sure if this is a daytime or night-time event and I have to be up dead early the next day to catch a train to London for a "Fire Safety For Facilities Managers".

Well, it's time for poetry corner again. It certainly has been a while since we had poetry corner in my journal but here goes..

Fear by Walter De La Mer

I know where lurk
The eyes of Fear;
I, I alone,
Where shadowy-clear,
watching for me,
Lurks fear.

'Tis ever still
And dark, despite
All singing and
All candlelight,
'Tis ever cold,
And night.

He touches me;
Says quietly,
'Stir not, nor whisper,
I am nigh;
Walk noiseless on,
I am by!

He drives me
As a dog a sheep;
Like a cold stone
I cannot weep.
He lifts me,
Hot from sleep,

In marble hands
To where on high
The jewelled horror
Of his eye
Dares me to struggle
Or cry.

No breast wherein
To chase away
That watchful shape!
Vain, vain to say,
'Haunt not with night
The day!