I imagine that most boys play at being a pirate Tying a bandana around their forehead As I walk the same footpath today My thoughts sway back to when I played the same game Searching for the treasure I believed to be beneath the pavilion I confess to digging there, hoping to find a sapphire That I would make into a necklace for my sister These days, I volunteer as a drama teacher Hoping to stir young minds, helping them believe in the possibilities they imagine… ©AnitaDawes
The Mermaid She lay on the sand, an ethereal figure Her blue-green tail brittle, Her ivory skin pale The summer heat shimmering, a halo around her I had found a mermaid, an angel from the sea I cannot stop to think why she had beached herself this way Only one way to save her Kicking off my shoes as I ran toward her Gently lifting her body, I walk her into the sea Taking her home… ©AnitaDawes2022
I think all this heat has done something to my brain.
My desk is littered with half-finished blogs, post ideas and a load of stuff that I wanted to finish yesterday.
Added to all this confusion are two WIP and a pile of reading matter.
I seem to have been very busy this morning but couldn’t tell you what I have actually done.
It will be another scorchingly hot day, but it’s reasonably cool in my office, so I can’t in all fairness use the heat as an excuse. So, why does everything seem weird today?
Just to illustrate how weird, we were in the office discussing book stuff. All the doors and windows were open on the cool side of the house and there was a gentle breeze, which was very welcome.
Right in the middle of our conversation, there was a loud chirp which seemed to come from right behind me. Anita was nearer the door and saw the culprit.
‘Oh my God, it’s that friendly thrush. He’s in the house, what are we going to do!’
Now, Anita is superstitious and thought a bird in the house was a lot more than odd. But this thrush has been a regular visitor to our garden since early Spring. Loves to follow me around when I’m gardening, happy to retrieve worms from right under my feet.
I grabbed my camera, as he really was a sight to behold, but he wasn’t going to hang around this time, and wandered off down the hall and out the back door.
Quite made my weird day even weirder!
This isn’t our visitor, but looks just like him!
Another lovely poem from Anita today… reminds me of our family holidays…
Hurry now to see the clowns
Your day has started
Popping candy, candyfloss waiting
Over the fence, under the tents
Clowns painted faces made
Happy laughter
Oversized shoes tripping up
Nearer the tunnel, the dragon waits
Dive in to the train about to start
Riding through the dark, horror touches
Inside the cobwebs stick
Arriving outside, the sun still shines
Counting down the hours
To take the goldfish home…
©AnitaDawes2022
Impossible, that’s Anita’s poem today, and that word sums up the week we have just had.
We are used to crazy and can tolerate a little madness (in short doses), but we haven’t seen weird around here for quite a while. We are exhausted, both mentally and physically, so will need a quiet weekend to process everything. (in other words, shove everything back into the right boxes!)
Wishing everyone a lovely peaceful weekend too, and we will be back on Monday!
Does anyone fancy a paddle?
Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie 