Members of the Poetry Rambling Association and other like-minded masochists are cordially invited to wander through the ancient by-ways of my mind. Please watch where you step or you may find you are standing, with me, in the cow-pat of senility.
Marion Sharville was born in Edmonton, London, in 1922, and has written poetry and short stories since she was a child. She served as a driver in the Royal Air Force during the Second World War and then raised seven children with her husband Pete, who passed away in 1974.
After the war she devoted countless years to cooking three meals a day for a large crowd in a small house, and yet there is no known hiatus in her writing career. She wrote for her own pleasure, but frequently for her children, including an A to Z of misfit creatures who never got the invite for a place on Noah’s Ark.
When she had time, she played the piano until her failing eyesight brought that chapter to a gentle close, and Les Dawson’s crown was returned to its rightful owner.
At the age of 90, she ventured somewhat uneasily but successfully into performance, sharing a stage at different times with Jo Brand, Jenny Eclair and John Hegley. Afterwards she proclaimed that while that was a nice experience, she’s not in a hurry to stand in front of a microphone anytime soon.
She now lives on the south coast of England. Her irrepressible belief in the human spirit remains in exceptionally good health, as does her poetry.