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I did not fall from heaven
as a shining star.
Evil was my intent
to enter men’s hearts
yet many are too strong
my quote unfulfilled.
I am left to wonder,
to search for the darker
regions of men’s hearts
for I know there are many.
Dark thoughts floating free
they belong to someone.
I will find them
to dwell on the darker meaning…
Southsea Rock Gardens
Living as I do, quite near to the coast in the south of England, I have visited several places of interest during my time here.
One of my favourite places is the Southsea Rock Garden, which is just a short way from Portsmouth and on the sea front so it is very easy to find. Access is easy and free, and if you like gardens you’ll love this one.
Calling it a rock garden makes it sound small, but it is over 12.000 square metres. You can wander around and lose yourself in the peaceful tranquillity that is always there, no matter what time of year you visit.
I was surprised to discover that it was built in the early 1920’s by unskilled labourers, set to work by the government during the years of depression after the First World War
The garden is designed on several levels with paths and steps leading you to many areas of natural beauty filled with an impressive array of plants. Huge rocks and boulders were brought down from Cumberland to create magnificent rockeries and a huge fountain and waterfall occupy the centre stage, with a goldfish pond at the bottom. I never could find out who actually designed this garden all those years ago, but if I ever come into any money, I would have this garden replicated in my own back yard. I would need a very big back yard and lot of money though, for this place is huge!
Nearly a hundred years later, we can still enjoy the layout and beauty of the unusual planting, despite its being badly flooded on several occasions whenever a fierce enough storm arrives from out at sea. The last time this happened was just a few months ago, and I worried that the damage would be so severe the garden would be ruined.
But when I went there it was as if nothing had happened. The voluntary organisation, The Friends of the Garden, had done a magnificent job, pumping out all the sea water as quickly as possible to prevent the salt damage and there were flowers in bloom everywhere I looked.
I expected to find desolation and ruin and be saddened by the loss of a beautiful thing, only to have my heart gladdened by the display of care and attention that I did find there. To say I was pleased does not begin to describe my joy as I walked around and enjoyed the sense of peace and serenity the garden has always given me…
(and I need to go back again in the near future!)
I heard the siren sing
my heart felt light
as if on wings
I woke to find
I had lost a day
my bed was soaked
with sea and salt
The siren’s song
a distant sound…
I found Aladdin’s lamp today
I rubbed until my hand was sore
No genie did I find
Why do these stories haunt the mind
to think there is magic we can find
when all is nowt but puff and smoke…
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Words slip from my mind
On to the blank page in front of me
Yet their meaning fades in the air
I struggle to put the words back in place
Like a broken puzzle that doesn’t fit
The story I need to tell, lost
Like so many, I have let fall by the wayside
When will inspiration grip my mind
Give the story from beginning to end?
Something I can be proud of
To say yes, this is it
The one that will move mountains
break hearts, shed a tear over.
Publishers to fight over
Wouldn’t that be nice?
A story in waiting no longer…
Have you ever had one of those days
when you feel as though you are made of glass?
I am having one today.
I can feel small pieces slipping away as I walk
I am broken, disappearing slowly
I can almost see the pieces glistening behind me
like a trail of breadcrumbs.
Will someone follow and put me together again?
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I am sending out a SOS across the universe
My life is spinning out of time.
The taste of her tears linger
pulling me further into space.
She struck like lightning
then disappeared with the storm.
I let an angel slip through my fingers
Life is hollow without her here.
Sending out a SOS for storm winds
to bring her back to me…
February 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about valentines. It can be Valentine’s Day, the exchange, love for another, romance, or friendship. Have a heart and go where the prompt leads!
I touched her hand for the first time today
my fourteen-year-old heart sank into my boots
as she flinched away
A look of pain on her face
as if I had burned her with a hot iron
The Valentine card left on her desk
I later noticed it in the class bin
torn in half
I wondered if she was the kind
that didn’t believe in love
Later that day, my heart was doubly wounded
when I watched her kissing a girl.
They thought they were hidden by the tall trees
my love for her would never be returned…
