Superb

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Again we are faced with the wrong side of the law in tonight’s poem:

 

Superb  Excited  Mute  Charge  Coil  Join  Jobless  Cute  Labored

 

It was a superb idea.

I watched her: so excited

That for once

She remained mute;

Just that wide smile

With a million-volt charge.

 

I left the rope in its coil

As we drove to join

The jobless Mike

(And cute Miranda)

For that special dinner.

 

I thought about our conversation

As her breathing

Became laboured, later.

 

She’d worn such a beautiful necklace

It’d seemed wrong to waste it

Employing clumsy cordage.

 

I had, eventually, to break and bury it

Of course.

Leaving fingerprint evidence

Is never clever.

 

I have just started revisiting the second season of Fringe, and I think all this FBI action may be affecting my subconscious!  Next thing you know, I’ll suddenly go all out and be writing about Post Mortems, shape shifters and strange mutant creatures…so watch this space! 😉

Do you think the speaker is male or female in this poem?  What is their relationship to the victim?  Have they killed before?  Will they kill again?  Are they happy with their handiwork?  Are they murdering her out of revenge?  Is it clear who the speaker actually bumped off?!  Could it be Miranda s/he is talking about…?

I am not sure, so I’ll leave you lovely readers to speculate while I go and edit some of the many posts left in my drafts folder recently…

Tootles!

 

 

 

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Embrace?

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Accomplice  Between  Wonder  Cobra  Twelve  Freak  Getaway  Embrace  Modern

 

His accomplice beckoned

To a gap between the hedges

And he watched in wonder

As her Cobra tattoo

Flashed in his torchlight;

Her nimble body

Scaling the fence beyond

Easily.

 

Twelve months of planning

And yet he was starting to freak

Maybe he should make

His getaway now?

 

Was her embrace afterwards

Really worth the risk?

Should he follow this modern woman

Into prison?

 

I wondered about the last line, but of course there is at least one mixed prison in the UK 😉

I have no clue what they are going to steal, but I get the feeling that there are important documents in the building.  To have planned this for a year would imply that it is a kind of spy job, but the guy doesn’t really sound professional, and the woman seems pretty scantily dressed – showing too much flesh to be staying unnoticed? I’m kind of confused.

My other thought is that maybe they are animal rights activists, which would mean that they are probably at university, and he has maybe gone along with her idea because they’ve been together since first year and he is infatuated with her.  I imagine all the talk of setting animals free was kind of sexy over a few too many in the Student Union, but now seems very foolhardy?  Maybe he was drawn to her passion for animals (she has been vegetarian since high school and knows every bad ingredient that can be detected in a shampoo, etc) but didn’t give a toss about this stuff before that?!

What do you think?

 

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Spigging…

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Well, the Jimpix generator outdid itself today: ‘spigging’ did not give me any exact results when I asked the mighty Google, so I had to improvise…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Suppliers  Cauldron  Spigging   Haweswater   Pallid  Song  Plonk  Barn  Fluther

 

I was incensed by my suppliers:

How hard was it to find me another cauldron?!

 

I was on that spigging phone

For over an hour.

In a secluded hollow in Haweswater

Some poor pallid pixie

Had their ears bent half off –

 

Just because they have whale-song

As their hold music

Doesn’t mean I’ll chill out

And not threaten to plonk their sorry botties

In my next spell!

 

The air around my casting barn was blue.

(And since when was a fluther

Two measly jellyfish?!)

 

The boys and I fell asleep on the couch earlier, so they are still awake and wanting me to read a chapter of The Rubadub Mystery and ‘cuddle-buddle’ them.  So I’d better scoot.

Hope you’ve had a lovely day, and I’ll ‘see’ you tomorrow!

 

[I found this as an afterthought…few roads  I could have gone down, there…]

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Spend

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Reaction  Enemy  Dragon  Thinker  Commitment  Estimate  Spend  Drown

 

I love watching

Every reaction

As I become

Your un-enemy:

Less dragon

Than creative co-thinker.

 

I love your commitment:

How you estimate

Then adapt your play

When it needs tweaked –

Start a new storyline;

Introduce a new character.

 

I always wish I could spend

This precious time

When we habitually drown

In routines that bind.

 

The feeling is leaving my calf,

But our hearts are truly alive.

 

Eldest is very very glad to have the next 48 days to not attend school.  He has worked very hard all year, and earned a glowing report, but it is clear to all of us that he needs a rest.  (Well, as much as our whirlwind questioner ever rests!)

It has been hard seeing him flagging, but I think we are beginning to turn a corner.  We wrote our lists on Sunday, outlining all the activities we were hoping to incorporate on this holiday, as a family as well as individually.  Lovely things like beach trips and castle explorations, along with swimming and eating out, feature prominently – but both boys also insisted that ‘cuddle buddles’ be added, as well 😀

This week has been very much a ‘decompression’ week, where the weather has not been spectacular and the kids have wanted to stay close to home, so we have: pored over block-structures, explored our book collection a bit (haven’t unearthed our missing FFs, yet), written a story, drawn things, done some numberwork with playing cards, danced about like loonies, dressed up, had a fashion parade while choosing which (everyday) clothes were too small and which ones the boys liked from the next size up…etc etc.

I do love being able to ‘slow down’ and sit beside the boys, have tickling sprees, sprawl on the couch or rejoice with them when they win enough coins to acquire new wheels in the ‘motorbike game’ they can’t stop talking about 😉

The crazy cheek and nonsense will find its own level as the holidays progress, I can already see the hugs increasing and the kind deeds and words coming back between the boys.

If you have kids on their holidays, how is it all going for you, so far?

 

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Quiet

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Quiet  Sky  Range  Soothe  Ossified  Floor  Mute  Demonic  Disturbed

 

Today I looked to the quiet sky

Watched puffy white messengers

Range across its expanse

At a pace set to soothe my mind.

 

I read to cuddly children –

On a bed adorned with yellow men –

Of adults so ossified in their views

That it would floor the gentler parents among us.

 

In this old book of mine

There are passions, bade to stay mute;

Lest demonic, ingrained ‘truths’

Broke forth and disturbed newspaper reading, and tea…

 

We made the unfortunate discovery today that we do not appear to have the twelfth or thirteenth Famous Five installment in easy reach ☹ I was so sure I had the complete set?  I will have to get hubby at some point soon to check the garage for other book boxes, or again steel myself to putter about in the sliding wardrobe in Eldest’s room to see if they have been intermingled with the glut of other kid-tomes in there.  (That is always dangerous, because I keep discovering old favourites that need their covers stroked and illustrations flicked through…)

The boys were briefly bereft, but soon perked up when they realised just how many other Enid Blyton stories were hiding in the book box on top of Eldest’s ‘white wardrobe’! I began reading The Rat-a-tat Mystery to them, but it referred to an earlier book which we had also unearthed, so I read the first chapter of The Rub-a-dub Mystery  instead 😉

I felt instantly protective of poor Snubby: to think these guardians are his favourite ones to stay with…!  The way they speak of, and to, him – I cringe imagining how his other aunts and uncles must behave towards this orphaned boy!  No wonder he takes Loony with him everywhere, at least the dog loves him…

I decided to have a wee tap about, and discover how many books Blyton had actually written. I came across this page.  Can we say WOW?! The woman only lived for 71 years!  If we said she wrote for 50 of those years in total, that is still more than a book a month.  It’s the kind of statistic that makes writers want to quit before they start.

I’ve been writing for almost 34 years, and have only managed 2 books as a kid, and two-thirds of one as an adult… 😉

I then looked here, and it is staggering to see how much she contributed to other publications; and to learn that she also produced whole magazines of her own work…over 900 of them!!

With her being that prolific, it is easy to see why her family were torn over her image versus her reality.  It harkens back to what I was pondering yesterday (and explains why I am again going to have to backdate this post, as I sit still tapping it out after 1am; and can hear Youngest becoming unsettled in his room…!)

It was interesting to read this article, an interview with Blyton’s granddaughter, who has written a Noddy book.  It says she is guarded about her Grandmother, but is proud of her mother (Blyton’s younger daughter, Imogen) for writing A Childhood At Green Hedges challenging the cosy persona the books paint of Blyton.

The article asserts that the children of famous writers for young readers are seldom happy.  Thank goodness I’m not going down that road then, eh…?!

What’s your favourite Blyton novel or story?

I think I enjoyed the Wishing Chair collections best, but I loved the Malory Towers and St Clare’s books growing up, too – and I’m definitely not regretting going back through the Famous Five adventures with the kids…

I did have a lot of time on my hands at one point in life, it seems!

 

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Graffiti

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Graffiti  Advisor  Concert  Hobby  Dreamer  Condemned  Decontamination  Wilderness  Common

 

Graffiti on the walls of my life

My emotional adviser

Unable to concert the voices

Tuning in my head – a hobby choir.

 

This wisened dreamer stands up, blinks,

Once condemned to silence –

Faces decontamination now –

A wilderness of maybes.

 

Happenstance: not altogether common.

 

I opened my Spotify app on my phone, and chose some tracks by Pink to play whilst making the kids’ dinner this evening. The door to the playroom soon slid back, and revealed an enquiring little face. 

“Why are you singing that song, in here, now?” Youngest asked.  He seemed puzzled when I said I just felt like listening to it.

Hubby puts the radio on if he is making the family meal, and no one questions it.  The boys have joined him in the diningroom for a boogie many a time, but when I indulge in my music it is seen as a novelty. 

It is just a small reminder of how many of my releases I have curbed in order to focus on being a mum.  I try to keep my ears open and my other senses sharp around the kids at all times.  I have a long long list of things reciting in my head that I am yet to get to, that pushes out thoughts of what I would really like to be doing with my evenings or weekends.

I rarely feel as though I am justified engaging in whatever activity I have in front of me at that moment.  If I am cleaning I feel I should be spending time with the kids; when I sit down to play, I worry there will not be enough of my energy/hours left to complete the laundry/vacuuming/tidying I need to get done by the end of the day. 

I spend a large  chunk of my waking hours with one or both of my children, but they always seem to want more of me: more one to one, more listening to the stories from their day, more ‘special’ mummy things like how I take off their plasters or help them with their trickier board- or tablet games…

It all takes a focus that seems at odds with the reveries I usually find myself pursuing when I open the door to my creative side, so I consciously bolted it and fell headlong into the cuddly merry-go-round of motherhood. 

However, that had side effects as I have explored before.  

Can you relate to today’s poem? 

Have you had a job, or parenthood, interfere with your creativity or sense of individuality? 

Do you feel like you need to curb your flights of fancy in order to focus on your life better? 

How did/does it affect you long term?

 

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