3 Day Quote Challenge – Day Two – “Two Cures For Love.”

6BDF702C-8DF9-41C5-B41E-14441D91CC39.jpegThanks to TravelBug, minzkhaitan.wordpress.com for nominating me for the 3 Day Quote Challenge! Check out this entertaining travel blog if you haven’t already.

via 3 Days Quote Challenge:-Day


1) Thank the person who nominated you.

2) Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day)

3) Share why this quote appeals so much to you.

4) Nominate 3 different bloggers for each day.

My second Quote comes from my favourite modern poet Wendy Cope.

Forget haiku’s, tankas and various Japanese forms and limericks I can do without. This is my favourite short poem. Not inspirational I’ll admit but witty and succinct.

I love Wendy Cope’s work, most of which is rather longer than this. It is technically brilliant, with its complicated rhyme schemes and compelling rhythms but light hearted and accessible. If you haven’t explored her work I’d recommend it.


“Two Cures For Love” by Wendy Cope

1. Don’t see him. Don’t phone or write a letter.
2. The easy way: get to know him better.

I hereby nominate:-

audrey driscoll.com



Curse Coffee Cups

Curse Coffee Cups

Curse the coffee cups and spoons
The yellow fog, the window panes
Curse the dying of the light
Curse the rage against the night.

Curse daffodils, satanic mills
Pleasure domes, the albatross,
Comparisons to summer day
The last man in, an hour to play.

Curse roads divergent in a wood,
The knock upon a moonlit door
The airman’s helmet and the hawk
Painted women and their talk.

Curse Gunga Din, curse Kubla Khan,
Curse the Tiger burning bright.
Curse Dulce Et Decorum Est
Let Drummer Hodge not find his rest.

Unstop the clocks, unmuffle drums
Forget the honey with your tea.
Forget the grin of bitterness,
The look of rooms returning thence.

Forget the friendly bombs on Slough
And men in brightly lit canteens.
Curse the damns of your content
The crumpling floods that force a vent.

Zero hour will never come,
We won’t ride a merry go round
Or Whitsun train that’s late away.
We won’t be naming parts today.

Stop the cannons, stop the charge,
Stop Hiawatha in mid song.
The eye will simply look on glass
It won’t look through; it shall not pass.

No knock kneed men will cough like hags
Three will never meet again.
Blood stained hands will be washed clean
And woods won’t come to Dunsinane.

Too many words crammed in my head
The rhythms dance, the cadence strong
I need new words to call my own
My head rings with another’s song.

My favourite coffee cup of the moment. Click the image link to get yours on Amazon.