The Philosophy of why I write

My mother wrote poetry, I think she was ahead of her time in her thoughts and insights – this is one of her many poems. This one was written a couple of years before her death in 2001.


By Elizabeth Maxwell-Batten

Many people ask me why I write, why I like to write,
What reason?
That is a difficult question with an equally difficult answer.
Why do painters paint?
Musicians compose!

I believe beautiful music and beautiful paintings
are small chinks in the curtain that obscures heaven.
As I write maybe, maybe sometimes I can find that small chink in the curtain, and if people look – still allowing themselves to feel, I mean feel with their heart,
perhaps with their soul, they too may find this tiny chink.

I wish to share my joy;
Of a quiet sunset on a summer evening,
A small flower growing in a crevice of a barren cliff,
Moorland, with the scent of gorse and heather,
The heavy drone of a single bumblebee laden with honey,
The tangy smell of earth when the rain has newly fallen.

So many things – young beech leaves feeling their way sensitively into the soft spring air,
with the haze of bluebells, at their feet.
Is this not a chink in Heaven’s curtain?
It is a lonely thing not to share, a moment so exquisite in this sad world.

I know age now. I have looked it in the face; it has no place in humanity, only the world is holding age close.
I feel now that this is the fault of man, we still have beauty in the eye of seeing and hearing……… the earth is being made to grow old before the time.
The womb is shuddering under the burden of commerce.
Of what shall the womb give birth? ?
Monsters (?) – or the sons of God.

There again, does it matter sons and daughters of God,
we are alone with the earth, with infinity,
with the spark of the Spirit.
Lets catch and hold that spirit close, guarded with our love of humanity and the earth.
This is why I write.

Elizabeth ‘Emma’ Maxwell-Batten

you can see a photo of my mother when she was young at this link, she was such a free spirit, which was particularly unconventional in those days


This is a chapter form my BOOK:


The Philosophy of why I write

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This is a poem written by my mother, who was a perceptive and passionate poet and writer.



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