Mindlovemisery Menagerie ~ Wordle #288 ~ #Poetry

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…


Mindlovemisery Menagerie ~ Wordle #287 ~ #Poetry

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…

Image by 0fjd125gk87 from Pixabay 

Sixes and Sevens…

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!

Silent Sunday…

Image by Peppi2017 from Pixabay

I am thinking of changing the name of these Sunday images,

for these lovely, playful horses don’t exactly say silent, do they?

Wishing everyone a very happy Sunday, whatever you want to call it…

Jaye and Anita

Macro Monday…

Image by Guzi11 from Pixabay

It doesn’t look as though I will be able to walk around the garden today, not unless I mind getting wet, as it’s tipping it down out there. So when I saw this blue bell flower, it made me smile. I have never seen one with whiskers before, have you?

All the Fun of the Fair… #Poetry

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…


A Weird Week…

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?