Capturing the fairies light Imprisoning them at night They can take neither flight Nor stand and fight I wonder who might behold this sight And think they have the right to capture the fairies light. It is such a blight Against the magic of light The fairies must take fright As they try to sparkle in the night For those who believe and share their delight The fairies will still shine bright And hold on tight To their special light And that is alright. To wish for a fairy good night.
It seemed to be a big task. How would he ever manage to complete it?
It’s not as if he had any prior knowledge or even the necessary skills. Just his hopes and dreams – and that would have to be enough.
He would tackle the challenge little by little and in a long while it would be done. He picked up the pen and started to write.
Once upon a time…. there was a little boy who had a dream…..
Taking time out, she sat beside the calm ocean. She needed tranquility to soothe her turbulent thoughts.
Tumbling around in her mind, her thoughts were overwhelming.
Should I leave or should I stay? It would be a difficult choice either way.
In her anger she had said words she hadn’t meant. So had he. Was there any way back to the calmness she once felt with him alongside her?
Sighing, she looked out across the ripples lapping the seashore. Then she saw it. A rogue wave racing across the waters towards where she was standing.
She stood and opened her arms. This would solve her quandary.
“If this wave reaches me I will be swept into the turbulence and this torment will end.”
She had found her tranquility in the turbulence.
It’s official. I have a creak in my shoulder socket.
It’s not quite a soft tissue injury. It’s not one but two full tears and one partial tear in the rotator cuff muscles. It is very painful especially at night.
I knew I shouldn’t have gotten onto that ebike. I wasn’t keen at the time but I got ‘ encouraged’ by my friend. That’s when the troubles began.
Months later, one day the wind was gusting too strongly for me to hold the caravan door. Another tear in a different rotator cuff muscle.
The last straw was when I crash landed my broomstick as I arrived at the Halloween themed pub quiz night in full witch regalia. I fell through the door someone opened unexpectedly just as I grabbed the handle. That was an embarrassing and painful entrance. The only consolation is that our coven of witches won the quiz that night.
So here I am, awaiting shoulder surgery sometime within the next few months. Pill-popping is now the order of the day – and night. And I have given up riding broomsticks and e-bikes.
There are two types in the world The movers and the shakers. The movers move rapidly through their trials and tribulations The shakers just shake their heads and say ‘it’s too hard, I cannot do this or that’ Let’s just shake that up a little bit Move Over ‘Movers' Or we will move you out. It’s time for the 'Shakers' to shine. Shake it up or lose it. Take your chance This you can do Be your own ambulance.
He bought store-baked biscuits of the shortbread kind. They had chocolate chips in them. That was the first mistake.
Vowing that this shortbread would never be as good as what her mum baked, she said she was never going to eat those, and yet she did. That was the second mistake.
“There’s something wrong with this shortbread,” she said, nibbling on another. ‘it has serious shortcomings”
“What do you mean?” he said.
“That packet is empty” That was the last mistake they both made.
It was just a false step into a puddle Oh what a soggy socks muddle I should have worn my galoshes. At least my soggy socks are still a pair Unlike those odd socks that mysteriously disappear into the wilderness who knows where?
Nimbyism is alive and flourishing in my neighbourhood. Opinions divided, frustrations abound. They want rid of the freedom campers We enjoy the company of travellers They want an uninterrupted view We wish to share our little patch of paradise Why can't neighbours be just that? Just be neighbourly to occasional visitors Be friendly, welcoming and accepting of others. Its very disappointing when just a few local residents can convince a local council to pass an ‘illegal’ bylaw and close designated ‘freedom’ campsites. What ever happened to being kind and love thy neighbour? If that neighbour just happens to be traveling in a certified self contained motorhome, then what right do these local residents have to harass and prevent others from having the freedom to travel around exploring their own country in their homes on wheels? Rant over. NB: NIMBY = Not In My Back Yard December 2020 Writing Prompts
Bring your bottles of bourbon Its time to party
Don’t forget to bring your bottle of peroxide No, no, no - don’t drink it…..! That is just to change your hair colour to match the bourbon
Blondes do have more fun especially when they are fuelled with bourbon
RDP SATURDAY – Weaves
The spider weaves its web to entangle and ensnare its victims. Trapped in the sticky threads, they struggle to escape. The spider’s web traps dewy raindrops so the web glistens and looks magical until the sun rises anew.
Sunshine then weaves its own magic. The warmth of it’s rays nourishes and relaxes tired muscles, untangling the knots and stresses of daily life.
Wind blows gently through the spider’s web, breaking the delicate strands of silk. Night falls – and the spider begins to weave its magic again. In the morning there will be more wild and unwilling insects crash-landing into the trap. A breakfast feast for spiders yet also an intricate web of beauty to behold.
Such is the circle of life in the summer garden.