Monday, 20 November 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brainchild of Diane (On The Alberta Montana Border) she of the newly published book.  You can find her in my side bar.  Jenny O joined in (Procrastinating Donkey also in my sidebar) and so did I.  We could use more joiners.  It’s fun. 
Each week Diane provides us with a theme which we can use or not….
This week the theme is ‘light’.

Day light
Star light
Evening light
The best light
Is faerie light.
It was a dream
A filmy thing
Of a darkened woodland glen
Alight with the glow of fireflies.
Imagine what happened then.
In my dream I saw her there,
A tiny thing with flowing hair.
The fireflies surround her there
And light her silver hair.
She brings me wine in a faeries thimble,
And cake on a ladybugs wing.
I closed my eyes to hear her voice
When the faeries began to sing.
They sang of creatures I knew not,
Their voices rising higher
And creatures from the darkened wood
Drew nigh, and ever nigher.
No need to fear;
Her silken voice
Flowed like butterscotch.
Then I awoke.
The light it broke,
And lit the darkened corners.
No longer in the woods was I
But back in my lonely bed.
I held my aching head.
Faerie wine and bright sunlight…….

I wished that I were dead.

Sunday, 19 November 2017

It's Been a Busy Time

I've been AWOL for a while.  Oh, I've been around but not much.  It's been a kind of a busy time.  I don't see it improving much.  Our daughter's partner has had some serious health problems which has left her pretty much on her own to look after the kids.  She's physically disabled herself so...... Anyway, Grandma's been on tap as taxi service and emergency 'pick up sick kids at school' service among other things.
It was going to be a spell of getting the house organised for Christmas and to that effect I have been on the go...the house is still in need of a deep down cleaning and organising but I DO have all the gift shopping and wrapping done.  I don't like leaving everything to the last minute.   I still have to take our daughter to Chapters/Indigo for a book buying session and she wants to use my computer for some on line gift shopping of her own AND I still have to take the kids shopping for their gifts to their parents and each other.  
Now you would think that there is quite enough to keep me out of trouble and away from blogging for a bit longer BUT...and it is a big but.....something else has come up that threatens to send me into a tailspin of business and organising and ... oh gosh I don't know what all.  What could have me running in circles and pulling my hair out?  Are you ready for this?  We finally got the call from the Elliott Community that there is a condo available. We have an appointment to view it on Tuesday in the afternoon.  Can you imagine trying to prepare for a move at this time of year with Christmas on the horizon?  Well, it may happen if we like this unit.  We have waited close to four years for a unit to come available so we may have to just jump on it if we like it.
Funny fact.  For four years we have been positive we want to leave our home of 31 years and make this move for our own security in our old age.  Now that it may become reality I find myself not so sure anymore.  Funny huh?  Not so funny!  This weird feeling inside is stressing me out no end.  I will leave it to more powerful hands and mind than mine...I will know when I see it if it is to be.  I expect that a feeling of calmness and acceptance will flood me if it is the right thing to do.  Here's hoping.
At any rate, I will try to keep up with Poetry Monday and Words for Wednesday and I will drop in on all of you once in a while but until things settle down around me and I can get my brain to stand still for a few minutes things will be a little spotty regarding my attendance in blogger land.  Don't give up on me.

Saturday, 18 November 2017

Just Dropped In

Hanging on the outside of the screen...

What on earth is it?   And how do I get rid of it?

Thursday, 16 November 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Elephant's Child is providing the prompts this month (you can find her in my sidebar).  This week the words are:
agonizing, murder, sleet, stimulating, flowers, offer
dramatic, distinct, zany, typical, sip and discovery.

here we go:

"This is so typical of you to make the big dramatic gesture and offer me flowers after every zany, ridiculous stunt you pull."
Jan took a sip  of the rather stimulating cocktail Phil had prepared for her.
"Just spare me the agony and tell me what you did this time and I'll try to subdue my urge to murder you."
"Actually, it was more like something I 'didn't' do."
Phill hesitated and then blurted it out.
"I left your Pookie outside and went to town and totally forgot about him.  He was out in the sleet and freezing cold for hours until Mrs Robins next door discovered him frozen to the lamp post out front and took him to the vet.  He survived but the vet says he'll have a very distinctive appearance for a while until his fur grows in."
Jan took a very deep breath as she considered what her next actions would be and whether or not they would land her in jail.

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Can't Help Myself

Yes, I know it's a blog break but sometimes things come to me and I have to write them down so they'll leave me alone.

the watchers watched
while the waiters waited
the talkers talked
and the haters hated
the listener listened
and the thinkers thought
while the dreamers dreamed
and the soldiers fought
the wailers wailed
the moaners moaned
and some of us
preferred to get stoned
the government has made it easy
it's legal now (or will be soon)
to let your brain get soft and hazy
otherwise, you might go crazy
  the planner planned
it would work this way
they would make money
every day
on the backs of those
who can't face reality
who prefer 'doped up'
in totality
pretty soon we'll all be loopy
happily feeling sort of goofy
with no connection to the truth......

Phew...glad I got that out.  Now I'll have some peace.

Monday, 13 November 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is brought to us by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey and myself thought it sounded like a great idea so we jumped on board.  We need more passengers on this poetic trip.  Why not join us?
Each week Diane provides a prompt to help stir our creative stew...this week, as we have just acknowledged Remembrance Day in Canada, the topic is 'remembering'.

Do you remember?
"It was before my time."
"It's always been this way in my lifetime."
For you, yes.
But once
things needed to be addressed.
A stop had to be put to evil
and good men and women
answered the call,
put their lives on the line,
left home and family,
everything they held dear
in order to guarantee
the life we now enjoy.
Take a moment now
to hold them in your memory.
Some, never came back.
Some, came back damaged in some way.
Some, sadly, answer the call today
just as their predecessors did
and some
will not come back.
We need to remember them, too,
and offer them
one and all
our heartfelt thanks
and a promise
to never forget.

Wednesday, 8 November 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Although I am taking a blog break there is no way I am going to miss Words For Wednesday.
EC is providing the prompts this month and this weeks selection is as follows:
copper, explain, ill-fated, truck, neat, unite
branch, educated, tenuous, hum, decisive and notice.

Let's give it a shot:

"I've got a tenuous grip on this ladle at best Grace." Estelle said through gritted teeth.  "Just exactly what DO you have in this old copper kettle?"
"I can't explain right now." Grace replied as she made a few decisive passes over the simmering contents with her wand.  "Just keep the contents moving."
"An educated guess would be skunk tails and mouse guts.  How is it you don't seem to notice how very bad that smells?"  Screech put in from the open window.  He flew off to a nearby branch putting some distance between himself and the stench.
"No such thing." Grace laughed and happily hummed a little tune as she added ingredients.
"There now, if you will just unite with me Estelle, in lifting this out.....I think the trucks carburetor is neat and clean once more.
After that ill-fated trip to town last week it was obvious some mechanical repair work was required.  It should be good to go once more."

Tuesday, 7 November 2017

Not To Worry

Gonna be away from the blog for a few days.   I need to get some stuff done around here.  I'll be back.

Monday, 6 November 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brain child of Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar) Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey (also in my sidebar) and myself (the mumbler) joined in...we want more joiners.  You can read, write,'s fun and it's free...what could possibly go wrong?
Each week Diane provides us with a topic or prompt.  You don't need to use it, it's just there in case you need a jump start.
This week the prompt is 'cold'.  

a sneeze
a snuffle
a, to the bathroom shuffle
a cough
a gasp
a dry and hacking rasp
I thig I hab a code
in by does
in by head
oh Lordy
I wish I was dead
it's in by chest
and all the rest
of be aches
ad pains
I hab a code
subone call dine wud wud

Wednesday, 1 November 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Elephant's Child (you can find her in my sidebar) has our word prompts this week.

The Cat Angel

The cat was an ancient and bedraggled tabby who had been fortunate enough to find himself on the doorstep of the shabby little grey house on the side of a very busy highway.  His appearance would arouse compassion in anyone, he was so very frail.   Dirty and dusty from the road he lay panting and managed with the last of his strength to emit a feeble meow...a cry for help.
The door opened.  To his dimming eyes the woman appeared to sparkle.  Her pleasant face and gentle appearance gave him hope.
She narrowed her eyes the better to evaluate  the creature before her.  "I believe I can help you." a gentle voice said.  Putting a capful of her special herbal mixture into a bowl of warm milk she gently dropped it a bit at a time into his mouth until he found the strength to lift his head and lap eagerly from the bowl. " This should execute a fairly speedy recovery for you." she smiled.  Then, picking up the unwieldy bundle of scrawny cat she carried it into the kitchen and placed it on a mat in front of the open fire.  "Welcome home." she said softly.
A car sped by outside raising a dust.  "John, is that a dead cat beside the road?"  "I believe it is Mary.  Way out here in the middle of nowhere, not a house in sight for miles.  It must have been feral."  "Poor little thing." Mary said. "I hope it went without too much suffering."

Monday, 30 October 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brainchild of Diane, On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my side bar...please go visit).  Diane decided Mondays needed a little spiffing up if you she invented Poetry Monday.  Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey (also in my sidebar) and myself (the mumbler) joined in.  You can join in too.  We like company.  Diane provides us with a prompt each week which you can use, or not, as you choose.  The prompt this week is 'feet'.

ten little toes
in neat little rows
the colour that,
of a pale pink rose

ten little toes
wriggling in the air
belong to the girl
with the golden hair

just found her toesies
wonder what they're for
before you know it
she'll be running out the door

chubby little footsies
scamper round the house
no one can say
she's quiet like a mouse

tny little toes
don't stay small for long
she'll grow up and leave you
before too long

Sunday, 29 October 2017

The Man Who Should Have Been President

We just watched Bernie Sanders address a group at the University of Toronto on the subject of Health Care.  What an amazing man.  We couldn't pry ourselves away.

Saturday, 28 October 2017


i am drifting
i am weak
brittle with age
the storms of life
have battered me
torn me
worn me out
and now
i have simply
let go
no more responsibilities
important functions to perform
i drift
i have released my grip
on the supports
the foundations
the bulwarks 
of my life
i give myself up
a gift to the earth
in my death
i shall provide life

Friday, 27 October 2017

Still Good After All This Time

Have you ever watched a rerun of a TV show from the seventies that you just loved and wondered to yourself "Why did we ever think that was good?"  Happens a lot doesn't it.
Well,  I just watched the Bob Newhart show for the first time in absolutely years and guess what; other than being floored by the trousers men used to wear I found myself laughing my head off just like I did 'way back when'.  Some things just get better with age.

Wednesday, 25 October 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing.  This month Cindi of Letting The Words Escape (you can find her in my sidebar) is providing the words.  She has been inspired by horror fiction.  This week the words come from actor Vincent Prices' horror movie titles.
The prompt words are as follows:
pendulum, haunted, seven, wax, raven, scream, tales, fly, tingler, invisible, usher and diary

let's give it a shot

Andrew sat at the top of the stairs, his eyes fixed on the pendulum of the old clock in the lobby below.  In his hands rested the leather bound diary of his great great grandfather, also an Andrew as were all the first born males, and already the fourth generation of Blackstone to live in Blackstone manor.
For some reason Andrew always found himself in this exact position at seven pm.  It never failed.  He loved the tales in the collection of diaries his great great grandfather had kept over his lifetime.  It was all there; stories of the raven haired beauty the older Andrew had married (the old man waxed poetic over her beauty), even the purchase price of the clock at the bottom of the stairs.  That clock had marked the passage of time for every Andrew since that day it was first installed.  It's ticking had helped usher in the arrival of four more Andrews including himself.
Andrew sighed.  Time seemed to stand still for him now.  It seemed always to be seven pm and he seemed always to be sitting on the top step looking at the clock.  He remembered when time seemed to fly past at break neck speed.
He stood, and turning, found himself face to face with a young woman who let out a spine tingler of a scream and simply ran straight through him and down the stairs as if he was invisible.
Stunned, he sat back down on the step and focused once more on the pendulum.  Seven pm.  How peculiar, he thought.
"Andrew, Andrew!  I swear this old shack is haunted.  I saw him again, in the same place."
"Never mind sweetheart.  Look.  Look what I found in the attic.  A whole trunk full of old diaries written by my great, great, great, great (I think maybe one more great?) grandfather.  I can't wait to read them."

Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Further to

yesterdays Poetry Monday topic of 'sport'....
I can remember in grade school being mustered all together at recess to play baseball of all things.  I was terrified of the ball coming at me and when I struck out or cowered and was given a walk I stood there dazed not knowing what to do.  Everyone was screaming at me..'run, run'.   "Which way?" I screamed back.  That was my first experience with baseball.  Later in the game one of the big boys broke his leg.  We never played baseball again.

Monday, 23 October 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday was imagined by Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border (you can find her in my sidebar).  Procrastinating Donkey joined in as did I.  We could use more joiners.  If you decide to write let us know so we can come read.
Each week Diane provides us with a prompt.  This week the prompt is 'sports'.  It's not necessary to use the prompt, it's just there for inspiration.
So...'sport'....I have procrastinated ever since I found out what the topic was.  'Sport'...a bunch of sweaty people running around a field or rink after a moving object of some sort.  Hmmm....   nope.... nothin'.

It's Poetry Monday
dontcha know.
The topic is sports.
I'm feelin' low.

No word of joy
I'm able to bring
to this frustrating topic,
this 'sportie' thing.

I asked the hubs
what did HE think
when I said I think
all sports stink.

Well, said he,
"You like to knit.
Can a sport be something
where you sit?"

So I decree
and I declare
knitting IS a sport
so there.

Saturday, 21 October 2017

Busy Day

It's a busy day on our street.  Three doors down is having an open house.  Two doors  down from them a family is having a new metal roof installed.  Consequently, the street is clogged with workman's vehicles and vehicles of folks attending the open house.  The side walks are busy with gawkers watching the roof going on, dog walkers, people going to and from their cars .... makes it a little dicey getting out of ones driveway.  Nevertheless, get out we did and trucked off to the Friends of the Library annual book sale (11th annual to be exact).  Over 30,000 square feet and over 100,000 books to choose from.  What a fantastic job those volunteers did of sorting books into categories, alphabetising, labelling, easy to find what you were looking for.  There was a snack bar, an information kiosk for the library, a sale of recyclable cloth bags.  So much going on.  The warehouse floor was a sea of customers.  No problem knowing where to go.  The cement floor was taped out with instructions on how to get out, where to pay, information centres...just fantastic.  Yes, of course I bought books.  How many?  Well, never mind that.

Thursday, 19 October 2017

Just Like The Geese

Fly Away

When the sky is lead
And the rain drives in
Form the cold north lands
The geese band together
And fly away.
Fly away
Fly away
When the cold gets too much
They fly away.
When the pain grows too much
When the day grows too long
When the light starts to fade
We fly away.
Fly away
Fly away
When it all seems too much
We fly away.
Like geese in the autumn
Fly away.
There’s a place where the sun shines
Where the sky is blue and clear
It’s our destination
When we fly away.
Fly away
Fly away
To a land of endless sunlight

Fly away

Wednesday, 18 October 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing.  Participants take it turn about to provide the prompts a month at a time.  This month Cindi of Letting The Words Escape (you can find her in my side bar) is providing the prompts.  As this is the spooky month of October she has been pulling her words of inspiration from books like Frankenstein and The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe....this week the words are from Stephen King's IT.  Feel free to join in...use some, all or none of the words.  Just write, write, write.  It's free, it's fun...what could go wrong?

this week the words are....clown, tunnels, children, nightmares, water, friends  and/or  visions, red, courage, asthma, recurrence, hide.

here we go:

It takes courage to face the nightmares and the visions each and every night.  Alone in the dark you find yourself in an endless tunnel.  The sound of the furnace fan is the wind blowing, the bathroom tap gurgles with its unshed water and sounds like a dying breath.  You are alone and friendless.  The only place to hide is under the blankets.  Then, you hear the footsteps and the  recurrence of the nightly terror begins.  A red glow penetrates  the darkness of your room coming closer and closer.  A crackly voice whispers in your ear, “Children should all be asleep at this time of night.”.  There is a rasping cough.
  She takes her hand off the lens of the flashlight and the room lights up “Yes dear?”
  “Is your asthma bad again?”
  “Yes, it is.  Now….stop your clowning around in here and get to sleep.  School tomorrow.”
  “Okay Mom…love you.”

  She leaves grinning and shaking her head.  Every single night, the same thing.  It never gets old for either of them.

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

Fun With Words

Sometimes a phrase we use all the time will suddenly catch my ear and leaves me wondering where it came from and why.
Knuckle Under
this is a fairly common expression
A dictionary from 1740 defines knuckle as 
knuckle or knuckle down
to stoop, bend, yield, comply with or submit to.
The allusion appears to be with the subservient gesture of stooping with one's knuckles low down or on the ground.
Somehow when I hear the expression 'knuckle under' I get a mental picture of the great apes rolling along with their knuckles on the ground.

Monday, 16 October 2017

Poetry Monday

In a small cardboard box
at the back of a drawer
small pieces of once shiny paper,
ripped and creased,
little pieces of tin
with faded images
lie, forgotten.
No names,
no dates,
no clues.
Figures posed unnaturally,
faces grim,
having been warned not to move.
Their eyes bore into ours
daring us
to solve the mystery
of their history.

Sunday, 15 October 2017

Life Line

Life line....I have one now.  I've been feeling alone and vulnerable for quite some time now.  Yes I know, I have a husband, BUT, the man is quite deaf.  If he is tuned in to the streaming device for the TV he can't hear me, the doorbell, the phone...nothing.  If he is in the shower and has the hearing aids out he hears...nothing.  If he is in bed with the hearing aids out he hears ... nothing.  If he is changing a battery in the aids he hears...nothing.  Many a time I have needed him for something, called him, received no answer and knew...I was on my own.  I started thinking, what would happen if I fell, or had some kind of medical emergency and was unable to walk to him and get his attention?  I could lay on the floor bleeding for hours before he decided he wanted food or coffee and came looking for me to get it for him (he's nearly blind as well).  I could be dead by the time he got around to finding me.  I've been thinking about this for the past several years.  Finally, I called the General Hospital and asked them what kind of life line they recommend.  Yesterday a lovely lady named Ann came by (elderly lady, what a great marketing strategy) and within minutes had a home base installed, a wrist band on me (sort of like belling a cat lol) and a lock box on the back door.  No matter where I am in the house I can press the button on my wrist band and someone will speak to me through the home base..we tried it out and it even works in the basement.  If they can't get a response from me they will send EMS.  If I can talk to them I can ask for exactly what services I require.  The home base takes up very little room.  The wrist band is to be worn in the shower, in bed, everywhere and all the time...although I won't be wearing it when I go out.  I can even use it if I need assistane for my husband if he has a medical emergency.
The second life line I got was CAA for the car as neither of us is capable of changing tires or walking miles if we run out of gas.
Now if only that list would get shorter for the condo we are waiting for.

Saturday, 14 October 2017

Friday, 13 October 2017

Friday's Confession

Two years ago I would not have had this confession to make.  Two years ago we still had all our meals at the table with a proper place setting.  Two years ago we still had 'couth'.  I'm not sure when it happened or how it happened but we have become 'dinner in a bowl' people.  We have become 'dinner on the couch in front of the TV people'.  (Sometimes we have dinner on the porch.  Somehow this seems okay.)  We have become 'uncouth'.
Every night my dishwasher is full of bowls.  Bowls for oatmeal, bowls for salad, bowls for rice bowl dinners, bowls for stew...if it can fit in a bowl it gets fit into a bowl.  This is a bad habit.  
How about you?  Any bad habits to confess.  Any suggestions on how to get out of this bad habit?  IS it a bad habit or just a 'not so good' habit?

Thursday, 12 October 2017

Who Wrote That?

"Listen! the wind is rising,
and the air is wild with leaves.
We have had our summer evenings,
now for October eves."
....Humbert Wolfe   Peoples Landfalls Mountains  1936

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words for Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing.  A group of us take turns providing the prompt words/pictures/music/phrases..month by month.  This month Cindi of Letting the Words Escape is taking her turn.  Last week the words were from Edgar Allen Poe's "The Raven".  This week the words come from 
Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein".  Great word choices for October.

"Feeling better now, Screech?" Grace asked.
In the deep ravine in the middle of the melancholy dark wood Screech stretched and twisted himself comfortably.
"Oh yes, thank you Grace.  Those were most violent sensations I was experiencing but, all is well now.  That potion you cooked up in your laboratory worked a charm."
"I'm so sorry you had to experience that misery my friend."  Grace was feeling guilty.
Screech laughed.  "Not to worry, all's well that ends well."
Grace laughed too.  "Glad you got it out of your system." she giggled.  "Still, while it is amusing now, it wasn't so funny when you were going through it. "  
Screech agreed.  "It was bloody murder there for a while."  His head bobbed seriously.  "I hope there are no more of those little devils running around.  At least no one else will have to suffer grief at that demons hands.  I could kiss you for that potion, Grace."
Grace grinned.  "Don't even think about it Screech."  Now...I have to get back.  Something tells me there's trouble in the wind, I feel an electricity in the air...Estelle needs me."
She turned and headed back toward her little cottage leaving Screech preening his feathers and asking the ago old question "Who?".

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

Hunting The Stink

Ever done this?   The house has been cleaned to within an inch of its life...fabric has been febreezed....anything disinfectable has know.  What the heck is that smell?  You follow your nose.  Sometimes the smell seems to be in the living room other times the frustrating.  Finally you find could be a tomato going bad on the kitchen my was one bad potato in a whole brand new bag of potatoes that was stinking up the house.  What a relief.

Monday, 9 October 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is the brain child of Diane (On The Alberta Montana Border).  You can find her in my side bar.  Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey (also in my side bar) joined in, as did I.  We could use more poets and readers.  Why not join us?  Its fun and it's free.  What could go wrong?
Each week Diane provides us with a prompt just in case we need a little helpful nudge.  This week the prompt is "harvest".
I didn't have a lot to say about "harvest" which is odd seeing as how my folks had a farm.

No Crop Too Small

A scattering of seeds
on frosty white;
a chickadee, startled,
takes to flight
and leaves his harvest
for the mouse
to carry
to his tiny house.
Will he bow his head and pray
on this blessed Thanksgiving Day?

Sunday, 8 October 2017

The Things You Remember

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day in Canada.  Thanksgiving in our family (and for a good many families) means turkey.  Every year as I prepare the stuffing I think of my Mom.  I can see her sitting at the kitchen table with her cup of tea close to hand and a loaf of French bread in front of her.  The bread is stale and the huge loaf cut in half.  Mom is patiently 'pulling' the bread into teeny tiny pieces and dropping them into a bowl.  All the pieces must be small and pretty much identical.  Must be!!!!!  I am conscripted to help but my pieces are never quite right.  Years later I sit at a kitchen table with my own loaf of French bread, suitably stale, cut in half and waiting for me to 'pull'.  I did this for several years until one day, I had an epiphany.  The dressing comes out all stuck together.  You can't see how big or small the pieces are.  From that moment on I sliced the bread, resliced it into fingers, cubed and dumped the cubes in the bowl.  Fifteen minutes start to finish.  No one can tell the difference.  It sure took me a long time to figure that one out.

Saturday, 7 October 2017

Saturday's Snort

Why do chicken coups only have two doors?

(With four, they'd be chicken sedans.)

Friday, 6 October 2017

In The Moonlight

In the moonlight,
the cold, pale moonlight,
not the dawn light,
the sad and lonely moonlight,
I think of you,
draw you close,
touch your faces,
hear your voices,
laugh at the old jokes,
smile at the sweet old stories,
in the moonlight,
the cold, pale moonlight.
In the moonlight
I visit the old, familiar places
gone so long
but not to me.
I visit them.
I visit you.
In the moonlight.
With the dawn
you fade away
but, you'll be back,
I'll be back,
in the moonlight.

Thursday, 5 October 2017

Pure Fantasy

He asked her if she really believed all that nonsense she was spouting...about aliens from another planet visiting, people dying and going on to another plane of existence, of maybe going down to the basement one day and stepping into another dimension never to be seen again.
She just smiled and said, "I believe anything is possible...anything at all so why not believe in aliens and other dimensions?  Why not believe that all time exists all the time and that everything that was ever here is still here and that nothing really exists at all.  Why not believe one day everything, every person, every planet, every particle of dust in the universe is going to come together in one Big Bang to form a new cosmos full of untapped potential.  After happened once least once."
Then she stepped off the bottom step onto the basement floor and disappeared.

Wednesday, 4 October 2017

Using Wednesday's Words

Words For Wednesday is a writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing.
This week the words can be found at 'Letting The Words Escape'.  You can find it in my side bar.  Why not join, write, critique....we'd love to see you here.

This week the words are:
forgotten, sorrow, rustling, darkness, unbroken, window
perched, grim, beast, soul, disaster and ominous.

Cindi took her inspiration  from Edgar Allen Poe's 'The Raven'. 

here we go:

Ally frowned at Screech.  "You are looking a little grim and green around the beak my friend....sort of like you ate a bad mouse."
Screech shuffled uncomfortably on the limb he was perched on.  "I believe the beast came from a place of darkness.  It had no perceptible soul.  I heard it rustling in the leaves in the abandoned graveyard and to my everlasting sorrow, I caught and ate it.  I've had a stomach ache ever since."
"What a disaster." Ally commiserated.  "I'll ask Grace if she has a potion for stomach ache."
"Oh, yes."  Screech burped ominous rumble from his lower regions caused Ally to step back a fair distance.  "I'll just fly over and tap on her window...Oooooooh.......for a moment I'd forgotten how much it hurts to move.  Would you mind so very much, dear Ally, asking her for me?"
"I'll go now." Ally reassured Screech.  "I'm sure she'll have something on hand."
"She'd better,"  Ally thought to herself , "seeings as how she's caused this unbroken misery for our friend."
To save time Ally morphed into her second identity as a raven and flew to Grace's cottage.  As Screech watched her fly off he mumbled to himself "never more".

Monday, 2 October 2017

Poetry Monday

Poetry Monday is lots of fun.   Diane of On The Alberta Montana Border started it (you can find her in my sidebar) and she provides a weekly prompt in case we need one.  Procrastinating Donkey joined in, as did I.  We need more participants.  Give it a shot.   Poetry doesn’t need to rhyme you know.  Just express yourself.
Todays’ prompt is THANKSGIVING.

Thanksgiving in the neighbourhood
All sitting down to plates of food
And giving thanks each in their way
On this beautiful, peaceful, Thanksgiving Day.

Jill and Tommy, Mom and Dad
Holding hands and feeling glad
For all that God has given them
Their words of praise ,a joyous hymn.

House by house the heavenly crowd
Listened to praises long and loud
That rose from each and every house
Except, for Mr. Blow’s, the louse.

Surrounded by family; man, woman and child
He rose from his chair, eyes staring and wild.
“Give thanks to ME he roared.
My efforts filled this festive board.”

Humbled, all did whisper, “thanks”
As from their hosts anger they shrank.
The angels shook their golden heads.
“He gives no praise for his daily bread.”

“This food remains unblessed”, they said
“Its value is as good as dead.”
But one small child shall save the day.
She dropped her head so she could pray.

Silence descended with a bang.
Soon every head began to hang.
“Bless this food oh Father dear
And bless the love that keeps us here.”

And Mr. Blow, his eyes grown dim
As he remembered a childhood hymn
gathered up the golden child
His air now penitent and mild.

“Let all be grateful for this bounty
Let all be grateful for the love.
He stood before them proud and tall

As a little child led them all.