My mind has been meandering lately
Into dark and dismal places
My anxiety has been high
My creativity run dry
I was gently eased back into a calm and better place
By a holiday by the sea in a place called Mundersly
Walks on the beach,walks in the wood,days spent idly crocheting,reading,watching the gulls as they drifted on the cool breeze which ruffled the tops of the waves
The autumn sun shone brightly as it burnt away the early morning mists
The beach washed clean by the outgoing tide
My mind soothed by the lap of the waves
My anxieties dampened by the slow calm pace
Restored ,revitalised,ready to face life at home one day at a time.
Always check your oil,water,tyre pressure and fuel before you start out on a journey - I could hear his words in my head. Well I did all that and look where I am now.
No phone signal up here on the moors,no anything at this time in a morning.
Pack a flask and a blanket in case of emergencies,well I guess I heeded right on that one.
The sunrise is spectacular from where I'm sitting under a tree. Its golden rays cut through the misty clouds, like a knife through butter,highlighting the dewy drops on the cobwebs. My hands are warm from being curled around the hot cup and the blanket offers me comfort.
The sound of an engine in the distance rouses me and I run out into the roa...
I met you
I loved you
You enriched my life
I gave birth to our child
We watched him grow
We lived life together
But then you had to go
Love always survives
Without them I'd be lost
Treasure happy moments
Store them for replay
Replay when feeling sad
Let them uplift and encourage you
To make more treasured memories
The circle of life goes on💞
On Boxing day when the children went to bed the adults in my family sat round the table and played cards.
My Grandma ,who didn't drink much at all,loved "Cherry b".
She had a Cherry b wine glass with the two cherries Cherry b logo on. My grandad would buy her a pack of 4 bottles and a jar of glace cherries which she would put on a cocktail stick and stir her drink with.
My dad would laugh with my Grandma as he said that after 4 cherry b's her eyes would be crossed and she couldn't see the cards clearly!
The following morning she would let us dip our finger into the sticky residue at the bottom of the glass and have a taste. Sweet!
She would wash the lipstick stain (Revlon...
Oh my gosh ,it was every bit as scary as I thought!
But I did it,I actually did it ,my grandchildren thought it was great fun,laughing and joking and shining the torches on their faces. They are 13 and 11 by the way.
Scary ,yes. Fun yes, nothing happened to us. No ghost appeared,no one there to harm us in any way,no one got lost.
Would I do it again,yes definitely....... But not on my own!
Nearby is an old church with a tree lined path up to it. It has a graveyard on one side and a wood on the other.
I walk up to the a church and around the wood in the daytime but have never done it at night.Always wanted to but am a scary Mary and dare not do it.
Last night my grandchildren ,dog and I took torches and walked up to the church and round the wood......
Weather-beaten,no, the weather never beat her,her creases testify to that
Creases and wrinkles define the beauty she holds,inside and out.
A lifetime shines in her eyes,births marriages,deaths
Her smiles pours tales of days gone by,happy days,sad days which have blown away on the wind to rest in the memory of time.
Her neck adorned with beads of prayer,requests and thanks to God for a life so richly lived
A peace upon her face as she accepts there will soon be a parting,a final goodbye
One she will make with the strength and fortitude she has shown all her life.
Skylark challenge 205
Reaching out to you with clasped hands,begging for a book. Just one book,any book,I implore you.
I feel I am living in a land where denial and refusal are engulfing me.
Rescue me,I beseech you, allow me one chance,let not the waves of ignorance and illiteracy overpower me.
Let me be free.
'We must work at all levels from grass roots to Global Leaders to put equity and inclusion at the heart of every policy ,so that all girls,whatever their circumstances,go to school,stay in school and become empowered citizens'
UNESCO Director General,Irina Bokova 2016.
Its been a long and busy week for her. As she walks on the side of the road her backpack feels heavier with each minute passing.
She sighs, fed up of feeling like this on a Friday night.
She opens her backpack and takes out the sheaf of papers.
She looks at the first one then holds it up for the wind to blow away.
She calls loudly after it " No Jim,I won't make you a bar graph of your sales figures for the week just so you look good at the meeting on Monday morning,its about time you learnt to do them yourself instead of relying on me". It's not my job"
Gosh that felt good.
Looking at the next email she had printed,she let that one blow in the wind. She shouted after it,
"Screw you ...
The world spins on its cycle,pure and true
The world still spins,even without you
Day follows night,dark follows light
Day by day we follow its path
Months come and go,seasons pass
Year on year we follow the course
So much to learn,so much to do
Earths secrets revealed,a hidden past
Our planet is great,do all you can to make it last
Skylark204 third entry
Come for a day in the country she said
The fresh air will do you good
The exercise will lift you
And the sun will make your cheeks red.
How could I resist her
She made it sound so good
I needed some lifting and fresh air
I needed some sun on my cheeks
Pack a picnic ,a waterproof and sunscreen she said
Its going to be a lovely day
We'll walk and chatter and catch up
We've got a lot to say
We I thought I was going for a gentle stroll
But shed planned a mountain hike!
If I knew I was going this far
I'd have bought me bike
As we climbed the first incline
(that's what she called it,it felt like Mount Everest to me!)
I could feel a sharp pain in me ribs
She asked me how ...
She felt the sun burning her face and parching her lips.
Wincing with pain she half opened her eyes and stared up into the branches of a tree which loomed over her like sinister claws.
Groaning ,she began to sit up and assess her body. She felt battered and bruised, fortunately no bones felt broken.
She quickly scanned the immediate area around her for signs of any danger. Nothing,nothing but moors for miles,all the way to the horizon. Her impression was that she had landed in the middle of nowhere this time,the middle of a wild desolate place.
On the grass around her were fragments of smashed mirror,her Grandmother's beautiful hand mirror smashed into sharp shards. She...
Sharp pieces of my life embedded
Leaving a deep impression on my heart
My lips call your name
My heart tries to beat around the deep impressions
Causing an ache that drills to the core
Yet I continue with my expression of love for you
I live every day for you
I share the love for you
I keep your memory alive
Like a candle that never wanes💖
As they stood on the clifftop, the wind blowing softly around them,Albert took Marys hands.
" When I next come back from sea will you marry me. It should be a good catch and I will have enough money to pay for a small wedding".
Mary looked into his eyes lovingly," I would be honoured to be your wife". " I don't have much saved in my bottom drawer ,but I have got my Grandmother's teapot and tea set to start us off".
Albert laughed happily,"We will be all right then,love and a good cup of tea from your Grannie's teapot,what more could we ask for in life"
He picked her up in his arms and swung her around,the wind blowing her hair in trails behind her.
" Nothing more,she said " no...
Delivering papers come rain or shine
Snow and hail,deliver on time
Grill chef in a Wimpy, cooking burger,chips,fried eggs
Going home smelling of onions,grease and fat
Waitressing tables on a busy day,running back to the grill so food didn't burn
Happy diners,but boy did my feet ache
All this while I was studying to qualify
Two years hard work to finally get a job
Caring for children,family assessments
Court reports to write,timelines,deadlines
Schedules and plans
But I finally have my dream job
I've had 41 years to wait
I'm retired,the best job in the world!
Potter about,bake a cake,tend the allotment
Walk the dog,knitting ,cleaning
All when I like
No schedule,no timescales,no demand...
I have the world at my feet
It's black or it's white
It's true or a lie
It's good or it's bad
It's day or it's night
I have horizons in my sight
I am fearless,careless of risk
What happened to me as I grew?
Those monochrome colours faded away and were replaced with black,white,blue or grey
The world is no longer at my feet
I am not careless, fearless or floating free
I'm falling into a world of hate,sorrow and pain
How I long to see the world through the eyes of a child again
I am not alone but I'm lonely
Lonely for you
I am hugged but not by who I want to be hugged by
I am hungry but I want to be fed by you
I smile but I want to smile for you
I laugh but I want to laugh with you
I cry ,my tears are shed for you
My heart aches,aches for you
In the night time my hands reach for you
But feel only a cold empty sheet
I am afraid ,I want you to quell my fears
I want you ,I need you,I grieve for you
I feel lost without you💔
Hooray,its summer, school holidays
Lazy days,days out
Playing with my grandchildren
Swimming,painting,playing marbles to see who can win the biggest most colourful marble
But most of all having fun
He 12 years old
No matter how much I brush his teeth his breath smells like he's
swallowed a dead rat!
He snores like thunder and sleeps most of the time
But I wouldn't be without him,he's my best friend
He cuddles me when I'm upset,he sleeps on my feet and keeps them warm
He's as deaf as a post ,but its funny when I open the fridge,no matter where he is ,he comes ambling into the kitchen
Selective deafness I think!
He's funny,he's lovable,he's got personality and style
He's famous,having been featured on the front cover of The Field magazine, but he didn't let it go to his head
He's very humble and has just told me " that's enough about me,there's no more to be said!
The mermaid drags me down into the dark waters,suddenly letting me go
I'm spinning and falling deeper and deeper
What monstrous things await?
The jaws of death to tear me apart
Skulls with cavernous eye sockets which sear through to my soul
Cold, cold water filling my lungs
Choking me ,drowning me,
But I do not drown
I am damned forever to have these horrific nightmares
The light of dawn ,the chorus of the birds ,my only salvation
Two turtles took the time to talk to the toad. The third turtle thought "What on earth are they talking to him for".
" Come on you two let's get going".
The two turtles didn't appear to have heard him,they were laughing with the toad.
He began to get snappy,well he was a turtle.
"I said come on ,we need to go" he called louder.
" What's your rush mate" asked the toad.
" Bit snappy isn't he" toad commented to the two turtles.
"Well he is a snapping turtle " they laughed.
" For one I'm not your mate,and for two watch it or I'll snap you neck with one bite" the turtle responded.
"Try it ,said the toad laughing," little known fact,I could kill you in your one snap"
The turtle sneered" D...
Take a melting pot of emotions
Mix it up with embarrassment and blushes
Stir in some confusion and some worry
Sprinkle in some peer pressure
Some giggles and some spite
Add a dollop of parental advice
And just a pinch of family teasing
Sieve in some of his good points
Sweeten his not so good
Bake in in the burning flame of your heart
A recipe for first love
It will either be a sloppy mess or a beautiful celebratory cake
(Fortunately mine was a celebratory cake)
My heart is broken into tiny fragments and it feels like it will never be put back together again. If it does manage to be put back together I think it will always have fractures in it. You would be able to see the cracks in in like when an old piece of pottery is glued back together.
My spirit is broken ,weighed down with grief.
I grieve for my beloved husband and father who died within four months of each other.
I miss them every day.
Yet because of them I have so much to be thankful for,a lovely son ,daughter in law and grandchildren, a lovely Mother, a lovely home and friends who have stood by me.
I returned to Yoga after a 2 year break and it is perfect for me. It gives me time an...
His life got turned upside down the day he became famous and it showed. She felt left behind as she tried to keep up with his busy schedule.
But one day she walked into his study to hear him on the telephone.
"I'm sorry Mike but the answer is no, I'm grateful for the publicity but its just too much,if I carry on at this pace I'm going to lose the person I love the most and that's Eleanor".
" Scale it down and I'll do the tour but only if Eleanor is by my side".
" I'm also giving you advanced notice I want 3 weeks off in September,I have an important date".
He put the phone down and took Eleanor's hand,
" None of this means anything without you,will you marry me and be by my side thr...
"Head to the left,smile,now to the right,hold it there , let's do it again"
She was tired having been up at dawn for the stylist to put the curls in her hair. Her neck ached,she pouted at the photographer.
"Not a good look" he called to her,but took a photograph anyway.
The sun was hot and the gardener had to spray each flower petal to keep the flowers looking fresh.
Orange was not her colour but she had to do what the client wanted.
Being a model wasn't as easy as she had thought but she was grateful she had a job and could earn her own living to make her way in life.
And what a surprise,the client liked the pouting photo best!
So the skylarkchallenge is coming to a close
Its been a brilliant challenge
So thank you to Rebecca,the judges and supporters
It has been so inspiring and has been a great pleasure to read all the entries
Such brilliant talent ,you have all inspired me
It has been fantastic to read all the different interpretations of the words and pictures
I have learnt so much
You still have time if you haven't taken part
Take up your pen and write
You will be welcomed into Ladyskylarks nest
Cheerleader over and out💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞
The circle of life
My Mother sat staring into the fire with a cup of tea,waiting up for me
"Mum,why don't you give me a key?
" You're not 21 yet" my Mother replied,as if that meant anything to me
"Do you know what time it is,whose car did you come home in,has the driver been drinking? She was on a roll.
" Its 3am, Ryan's car,and no he's not that daft".
" He's not getting a brown envelope from the DVLA"
"Hey my boy,don't you get lippy with me", she pointed her finger at me
When released from the questioning I made my way to bed.
Roll forward 30 years,oh dear,listen to me as my son rolls in at ten past three
" Did you use a condom, why are your eyes bloodshot, I hope yo...
The Love Nest
Simon parked his car at the kerbside and checked his reflection in the wing mirror. God he looked good. He walked along the road with a spring in his step. Inserting his key in the flat's door he stepped into the darkness,groping on the wall for the light switch,blinking as the light flicked on.
He went around the rooms turning on lamps to create a soft glow.
Pressing the remote for the sound system he smiled as sultry music played softly in the background.
He felt his lust rising and checked his watch,she'd be here in a few minutes.
As he walked past his bureau he noticed his ink pen resting on top of an envelope with his name on.
He tore it open and felt li...
Victorian language of flowers bouquets say a thousand words
My Tussie Mussie to you includes;
Arbutus - Thee only do I love,Lavender Loyalty,Love,Devotion
Please say you will hold it to your heart accepting my devotion
The envelope arrived in the morning post,sliding through the letterbox slowly onto the mat with a soft plop.
On reflection she should not have opened it,after all it wasn't addressed to her.
It was a mindless error.
She had recognised the handwriting, the ink his usual purple signature colour. He had used his expensive Aurora Diamante ink pen,well,he would for such an important letter.
His pristine handwriting detailed her fate.
Her first thought on reading the letter was to get in her car and drive.
"But to where?" she asked herself. He would follow her wherever she went. Running was futile and would only deplete her ever waning energy.
No one could help her,sh...