A River Broods

The Levee
I was here before they came out of the wilderness. Where once I gave life they imprison my body to carry the carcasses of trees. Try as they will to trap me with their puny levees, my anger is not held but grows to sink them into the silent cold.

Early Summer Reading

My favourite time

My favourite time is waking early to see a rising summer sun so I can sit in the garden, and listen to a dawn chorus fading into the sound of trees rustling in the morning breeze as the smell of coffee mingles with unveiled flowers, and a page captures me.

Love Across the Generations

A Postcrossing story for Trevor, Michelle and Landon in USA


It was the time of transferring.

My Grandfather weak, gasping held me tight and said “when you survive, tell the truth as it was, don’t make villains out of misguided men.”

The truth told but now words of then burning; my children will find only happy memories after my death.

A rounded view of poverty

Poverty

Grandpa what does being poor mean?

Never feeling fed and afeared that you’ll end up in the streets.

Grandma, what does being poor mean?

Walking by when someone’s suffering and being bitter with your lot.

What its mean to you?

Daddy not buying me the BMX that my friends have.

A reverse Etheree riposte* *

If you’re anything like me, one of your favourite reasons to read is for the story. Not for the character development and interaction. Not because of the descriptive, emotive powers of the writer. Not because of deep, literary meaning hidden beneath layers of metaphor. (Even though those are all good things.) No … it’s because you want to know what happens next?

Or, um, is it just me?

Husband on being asked do you like plots before the first coffee of the day.
Do one-legged ducks swim in circles?
But do you LIKE plots in a story?
Isn’t it’s cold at the North Pole?
I am ASKING about plots.
Is the Pope Catholic?
Listen. It’s about plots,
Is water wet?
Yes but plots..
Fire, Hot?
PLOTS!

**For those that went Err? Click and learn...Etheree poetical form

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.

Ginger

The Queen did stamp and howleth.
Her meal was fowleth.

For heads roll if Anger hung
so Fools tried a song.

But Wise and Crafty thought on
and sent out for Swan.

Nutmeg, ginger, cloves, allspice:
Roast Swan paradise!

Now Wise or Fool dance and clown
as Crafty steals Crown.

Seen from a window

Man sized feet in flesh coloured stilettos with pig trotter toes poking.