Just a little weirdness

The boy that didn’t

A welsh dragon wanders the valleys waiting for a knight to come.  Waiting for a chance to roar and prance in the dance of life and death, looking for a way to become fierce and strong like her mother before her.  She walks the well-worn paths of her ancestors dreaming of the future, the excitement and thrill of the chase.  Dragon catches glimpses of people who hide in the distance scared of her fire and passion expecting attack and pain.  Curling up by the lake she preserves her energy for the fight to come.

 

The little boy plays with swords and jousts with friends, he seems aggressive and fierce.  He watches the knights ride off to battle and fears for them.  His stomach turns from stories told by the hearth to entertain and bolster warrior egos.  He dreads the day they’ll send him to fight when he can longer hide his fear of blood or his reticence to strike the decisive blow.   He will not do it.  No knighthood for him.

 

Dragon slumbers in the valleys, an undetected mound never to be disturbed.  Her destiny unfulfilled, heart broken.   

The House Formally Known as Dell Cottage

A shove to the door gains access

to the cavernous hallway lit by sun

dappled glass panels

etched with flowing flowers,

sentries standing guard at the door.

 

A tatty piece of ply is pinned above the door,

flaking shiny black paint pieces float

from the woodwork to mingle with glass

remnants that crack underfoot

until ground to dust, indistinguishable

from the other decay lining the parquet floor.

 

A thin layer of time rests over handrails

that sweep their sinewy path to the upper levels,

cast iron flowers wind their way

from tread to rail undeterred

by the decay, reminiscent of the flowers

clinging desperately to the proud façade.

 

Been fiddling around with this and not sure about the format, line breaks, construction etc.  Feedback would be much appreciated.

 

Home Again

I arrived home today from spending a week with my parents.  I had a lovely time, but the best I can say is that I missed my cat.  I don't know, I expected stronger reactions than I had.  You know I thought I would be more excited to see them and sadder to leave.

Moggie has been saying that a lot of how I've been feeling lately is linked to my parents leaving.  I've always been a bit skeptical of this idea and I would have thought that if that was the problem I would have had more of a reaction.  Who knows?

Needless to say I had a great week.  Happy to be home with my cat Hattie though.

Oh and a little bit of news, I managed to gain a volunteer position in a school for next year this week.  All I need now is a job!  

Nothing Doing

So another week has passed and I am no further along than I was last week.  There are so many things I want to be getting on with and this week I've just wasted time.  It's not like I have an excuse about how much other stuff has been going on.  I have had several days where my sole achievement has been getting dressed.

Maybe I'm being a bit hard on myself but then someone has to be.  I'm not going to get anywhere unless I push myself.  

Grrr

The Arrival.

So today was the arrival of the weekend I've been planning for the last six months.  Tomorrow Moggie, my mother and myself are heading to see Take That in concert at Wembley Stadium.  It's the first time I've been to the new Wembley and I'm really looking forward to it.

Today is the beginning as it signaled the arrival of my Mum.  Her and my Dad moved to Scotland in April and I haven't seen her since I helped them move.  Of course the house was cleaned as though for a royal visit, my usual messy laidback style pushed aside slightly for a few days but it's worth it.

It's great to see her and the time has whizzed by since they left.  So overall really looking forward to the weekend ahead.