Five letters

I’m still playing…

Stray, spice, slope…

Wordle got me

Fight, gates, grape….

I hear these words in my head

Trawl, choice, fears….

Saying words that fit the frame

Frame, banes, party….

Driving me madly badly silly

Batty, ratty, tatty…

Some American spellings catch me out

About, spout, trout,

Not the above!

But humour or humor?

But now my mind

Ticks… Tocks… Evoke….

Five letter W. O. R. D. S

Sunday entertainment

Today only

Animal Apocalypse, a musical look at the plight of our planet. It should be very moving and thought provoking.

Bethesda Chapel, Albion Street, Hanley, Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire. A methodist Chapel that is being restored to its former glory.

Today at 3pm. 3.7.2022 Tickets through Eventbrite or by donation at the door.

Featuring words, music and poems. With Sean O’Callaghan and the Clay Chorus. Devised by Robert of Etruria and Gred Stephens. Choir leader Kate Barfield.

We have been rehearsing for this for several weeks now. It’s come together really well, with the choir learning harmonies to some new and old songs, and the readings touching on the statistics of environmental issues together with classic poems and words. Should be a good event.

Discussing memories

Memories blur

Like old photos

Frosted glass

You can’t see clearly

Stains on your mind

From painful memories

The edges curl up

Fade and twist

What you remember

Might not be true

People say things

Imply things

Change the way you think

Without understanding

Without caring

To fit their stories

Making their lives better

At your expense.

Go out and hold

Your memories tight

Save them like

Green shield stamps

To pay the ferryman

Later…

Where does snow come from?

Mummy?

Yes dear?

Is it falling feathers?

Or dandruff from god?

Is it ripped paper

White ash?

Is it magnolia petals

Or rose flowers?

Duck down

From the sky..

Could it be dessicated coconut?

I’ve never seen white flakes

Gently landing

Painting the ground

And trees

Covering the land

And houses?

Dearest

It’s Snow.

Winter used to be cold

And white.

Frozen water

Hexagonal delight.

Ride a white horse…

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Ride a white horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes.

I’ve started to remember old nursery rhymes…

See saw Margary Door,

She shall have a new master

She shall earn but a penny a day.

Because she can’t work any faster.

They just popped into my head. They are things I used to recite or sing to myself when I was about six or seven.

I’ve asked my hubby and he remembers

“if you stand on a nick, you’ll marry a brick and a beetle will come to your wedding’.

And ‘I wish I was a wooly worm, with wool upon my tummy, into a honey pot I’d squirm, and make my tummy gummy!,”

Nostalgia!

There was a couple, Mr and Mrs Opie that collected them and they lived in Salford, near Manchester, England.  There is a whole collection of this type of verse there. I only remember this vaguely. They worked out that a rhyme could travel from the south up to the north of the country (Britain) in a week because of children repeating them. If I remember rightly. But I am getting older.