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Lots of things inspire me. The mother of pearl colours in a mussel shell interested me. Could it grow a pearl? Is it only oysters that grow them?
Mussel shell, mussel shell
Is a pearl growing there?
Does the grit you spit
Make a sand orb that shines?
Mussel shell, what muscle makes you
Grow a seed of shiny
Mother of pearl?
You are clamming up on me!
I’m having some work done to this page and somethings gone a bit wonky :
I don’t understand URL
What did you say?
I don’t understand HTML
Oh go away!
I don’t get hash tags #
I don’t know at’s @
I don’t know coding…
Oh hell!
Here’s looking at you kid,
The eyes seemed to say,
Like a surreal spider
With multiple eyes.
Don’t fear me
I seem to hear them
You will understand
one day.
I smell a surprise
Sniffed out I see
By my old eyes
And a new view.
Help! The pantomime is getting closer “oh no its not!” it’s on in a month “oh yes it is!” and we are supposed to be word perfect and know the songs and dances… “oh no we don’t!”
Well last Fridays rehearsal was cancelled due to snow and this week a couple of the main cast were away or had injured themselves so some parts had to be read in. There are lots of things to remember for the whole cast. Like when to come back on stage for a crucial part of a song which we all missed! I don’t know how long 16 bars is! It’s a case if standing around muttering rhubarb rhubarb (to pretend we are talking) while the main characters act out the story.
It is funny (honest) but it’s hard to describe. It’s good that one of the cast has actually written and I’d directing it. She’s so clever to do it. Plus organising over 20 children. I don’t know where she gets the energy.
I won’t tell you all the story, but Robin falls for Marion, some Goons cause mayhem on behalf of the Sheriff of Penkhull who is cleverer than Prince John. Marion is Scottish and the panto has her travelling to her home land. However all ends well. …
Up until a couple of years ago I didn’t write poems. Then I came here and decided to have ago.
One way of generating words is to write a short sentence then hit the middle key of the suggested words in the spellchecker. Occasionally you have to try a few times if it comes up with a symbol or something completely unusable. Sometimes you get interesting results:
A found poem on my tablet,
what do I think,
So why was it fished?
if feathers cut
So why add sound?
So if typing
I’m The drawing
The quality commission,
The drawing was created
this was very sad
So what happens in the fridge?
I know this completely bonkers but I enjoy the surreality of it. X
Wassailing is a tradition to celebrate the New year. People would go from door to door knocking on them to rouse their occupants.
The local Morris Dancing troupe started to organise Penkhull Wassail a few years ago. Our Choir joined in and now quite a lot of people walk around the boundaries of penkhull with lighted (flaming) torches. We visit an ancient apple tree in a garden nearby, the Morris dancers dance and we get a drink of hot cider.. Then we continue around and sing and dance outside the local pubs.. . Just for fun. We end up at the local village hall for soup. Sometimes we stop for a barn dance afterwards.
We sing various songs including the Penkhull Wassail and the Gower and the Gloucester Wassail.
I guess some of the songs will be on YouTube.
X
A swarm of bees
Flies
Or birds,
Form and unform
Swooping and swirling,
Flying,
See an infinity of possibility
A dolphin,
A typewriter,
An elephant
A face?
Some strange creature without features?
Have time to stop and watch,
Make a note of the cloud of bits
Digital? Does it fit?
Is it analogue,
A catalogue of dits, not dots!
Stop
Stare
See
Look
Watch
Ponder
Think
Focus
Concentrate
Judge
Measure…..
Pounce!
“Brrrr it is getting cold in here” she said. “Put the little oil heater on”. ‘yeah, ok’…
“I’ll have to put my jumper on”…
Half an hour later, “that heater isn’t doing much, and you have had the oven on to bake a loaf. Is the central heating working?” ‘ow yes, the radiator is hot…..’ “so why is it so cold in here?” ‘I don’t know?!’
Half an hour later. ‘I’m just going to water the plants upstairs’…
‘er I think I know why it’s cold….?’
“why?”
‘I left the window open’
‘I’ve shut it now’
🤦♂️ Face-palm.
Mallaband-Brown