The ground is iron,
Diamond white,
Laced with pearls
Of frozen light.
The spiked Holly,
A silvered Queen,
The winter wind
A Vixen’s scream.
A winter waltz
Of ice and glass,
A song of leaving.
A frozen Mass
The ground is iron,
Diamond white,
Laced with pearls
Of frozen light.
The spiked Holly,
A silvered Queen,
The winter wind
A Vixen’s scream.
A winter waltz
Of ice and glass,
A song of leaving.
A frozen Mass
Martin grew up on a small farm on the Herefordshire/Worcestershire borders where he seemed to spend all summer picking fruit and all winter chasing lost sheep. After College he set up a successful ceramics workshop in Cirencester but after travelling in Africa he took on a teaching post including Art, Drama and Sports before eventually becoming a Housemaster and wearing a suit and tie every day! He spent the next few years teaching mainly Art, Photography and Literacy part time at an FE College and combined this with being a Barman, Chef, Photographer and Food Writer. He moved back into full time teaching with posts in Greece, Switzerland and France, mainly teaching Literature, and now combines examination work for the International Baccalaureate with making Ceramics, Drawing and Writing. He remains Chair of Tewkesbury for Europe.
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