BEYOND THE REACH OF THE SUN
Time ran out so the story goes for the legended land that lay beyond the Pillars of Heracles…
Margaret Roxby was an award-winning poet published internationally in poetry magazines and anthologies, in addition to her two chapbooks, Glass Rain, Golden Rain and Medley. She was a fellow with the World Poetry Society International, local chapter board member of the National League of American Pen Women, and active in the California Federation of Chapparal Poets. She was included in the World Who’s Who of Women, Yearbook of Modern Poetry (1971), and International Who’s Who in Poetry (1971-1973). Margaret was often requested to speak on poetry and to present book reviews to local organizations. Her favorite quote was, “God, you have been good to me. You gave me a love of poetry.”
Margaret also dabbled in prose publishing articles in the Sunday supplement for the Long Beach Independent-Press Telegram newspaper, Los Fierros, a publication of the Los Cerritos Docents. She had a long running column for LBCC General Adult Division newsletter. She authored several more articles, short stories and a science fiction novel.
Margaret was a native of West Virginia where she worked through the 1930’s depression as a typist/clerk typing 200+ wpm. After marriage and the start of WW2, she moved with her husband to Long Beach, California where she worked several years as a secretary. Margaret served several years as a Camp Fire Girls leader and was elected the area’s PTA representative to the state-wide convention. When her son was ready for pre-school, she enrolled in LB City College studying psychology and later creative writing with Alice Wright, founder of a popular, long-running writers’ conference hosted in Long Beach.
Time ran out so the story goes for the legended land that lay beyond the Pillars of Heracles…
Once someone decided a group of crows should be called a “murder.” There are many such collective nouns. Challenged to generate some new ones, the poet responded with these.
In attic silence sleeps the lamp shrouded in shadowed whisperings…
There in the Somewhere (in the realness of right, perhaps) is heard the cataclysmic thunder-splash…
A poet’s opinion of valentines, perhaps in her own life?
Your letter came today at long last in the heat of fiery noon…The wild bird beats against my door…
She was a newly-wed in Winter, but the happy memory lingered in revolving images.
What is the secret to a lasting marriage?
This week remember the blue moods. How do you do with the blues, like this poet does?
January 11 is National Step In The Puddle And Splash Your Friends. How will you celebrate this day?