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Monday, April 18, 2011

Reflections

Reflections Some things are too painful to think about, but so hard to lose. Cold demure beauties frozen in time. I suppose one must choose the final destination of such an ethereal collection. The structure can be transported slowly, spinning to a receptive area here changes can take place and one... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Linseed field

Linseed Field Shyly we walked beneath the trees I might not have revealed. my secret, but a forward breeze chased through the Linseed field. All the flowers began to stir bowed low and met the skies. All the blue-lit petals were the colour of your eyes. I had to whisper solemnly I promised golden... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The gentle Sunday poem.

Fairies rehashed. She should really have known better. She sent me this letter. She returned my ring on the wing of a dove, Oh, dear now, I must follow on back of a swallow And win her back with a song of my love. She flies oe‘r the butterflies. She sees me and she shuts her eyes. I sing I’m, a King... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Milk maid

Milkmaid Yes, she was a heart breaker; we all know the scene She had a pink beauty spot nestling between. now I can’t quite remember it was so long ago However, I remember the lads telling me so. It was in a time when the field were all green She was the first pretty woman I’d seen I always remember... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Conclusion

Conclusion. Sarah pours herself more sherry, ‘No it must have been two days later. Because the girl said, she would have to go home or her Gran would worry. She did not tell me her name only Jan. I told her to stop and I would get a Doctor, The second evening she slipped away leaving a note. I had... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Confession

Sarah’s confession. Part I. Sarah is about to speak when the freezer make a rattling sound. She looks terribly alarmed. “I think your freezer has stopped “ “Yes, she sighs I have simply dreaded that awful day to come round.’ I feel she is snuggling up to me just for comfort; the penny has not... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

4th Tea with Sarah.

4th 4th Episode Tea with Sarah. She is bustling around when I return; she has a large doll. ‘Just woken up.’ she says, and gives me a little smile. I realise it is an attempt at a joke. ’You must think I am awful.’ ‘No.’ I reply, people do lots of things once in a while.’ ‘Yes’ she sighs. ‘Do you... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Tea with Sarah

Tea with Sarah. Episode Three It comes into focus it is wrapped in brown paper. It leans seemingly out of place against the primrose wall. Somehow it looks like a spade wide and running up to a taper. Sarah asks, ’Do you know anything about freezers at all?’ I smile. “No not really, is that the... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Still drinking

Tea with Sarah, Do you take milk and sugar? I look at the clock, tick tock. Three photos in a frame slightly faded I have an urge to examine them. “Thank you no sugar ‘, I muse over the figure beneath the frock. Cucumber sandwiches and salty butter, no sign of a problem. ‘My name is Sarah.’ I... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, April 8, 2011

SARAH

Tea with Sarah There is no dirt on my shoes but the mat says wipe your feet. Did I agree in a moment of weakness to make this visit? I know that everything will be so perfect and terribly neat. I wonder into what seamless order I am expected to fit. A little tickle invades my throat sometimes... Sign in to see full entry.

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