This is the Marrian web site. Sad to relate Mrs Marrian wants nothing to do with it. Her watercolours are beautiful but she's shy. She has many talents but she's still shy. She can't get away from the brilliance of her school though
I'm asked: why do you want the world to read about you? I'm even asked this by people with Facebook pages and lots of friends. It's a good question and I sometimes wonder myself. With social networking sites, you can control who partakes of your offerings; here you can't. But, I don't want to select who might or might not read these pages. The world is full of unknown people. There is stuff here; admittedly, it is my stuff or assembled by me but some of it might be helpful to somebody, or of interest. This is how I communicate. I don't like socialising; I'm no good at it; never was one of the boys. I used to like listening to the grown-ups talk; still do; just listening, not talking. The fact is, though, that nobody reads these pages; that's what the stats tell me; it's not that they come here and never return; they just never come here; it's the serendipity of it that I like. But most of all, I'm open to the world because it disciplines me; the writing, such as it is, is more considered, more thoughtful and better for that. It is cathartic. It is not for nothing that every page has at the top "include yourself amongst those you love". I must learn to love myself and being proud of what I write helps me to do that
The Ghost Moth
In late July the darkening lane
From earlier sun beningly warm
No stir of living thing attends
But for a single moonlit form
Along the hedge a Ghost Moth moves
Slowly he casts his censer swing
Unveering arc, impalpable
Floats up the slim illumined wing
Scanning the dim-seen foliage ere
Profounder night exclude all view
Softly he sheds his steady gleam
Adventuring the quiet dark through
So he bows out the dog-rose days
Itinerant charmer of our ways
Morton Marrian
(Note: The Ghost Swift Moth is notable for the fact that, whereas the female's flight is swift and direct, the male hovers in a slow pendulum-like movement, which, with its almost phosphorescent wings, suggests a haunting before the objects it faces in the dark)