Muse

I hadn't been working for him long,
that big shot author
he thought he'd hired a cleaner
someone to dust around the edges
 pick up the the hurled mistakes
and mop up the ink stains of his frustration
on the cheap.

Slowly I smoothed out the creases
jotted a comment
sowed  a seed
made him look to a further horizon
a blank wall is not inspiring, I said
so he moved to a vista of endless possibilities
and took me with him .

My magpie tales no 89 from Tess

life, the sky and sheep identification....

...travelling home the sky took on an

end of the world

eighteenth century landscape painters

demeanor

with memories of trips to the Tate  gallery 

storm tossed seas and Delacroix

thankfully i was saved from disaster

this time......

..... a favourite walk on Sunday, only spoilt by loud ramblers of a certain age shouting..sheep!...sheep!....

i was amazed by their powers of identification of farm animals

even the lodger turned away with a 'even i know what they are ' look on his whiskery face...

we walked slowly the lodger savoring every new smell along the way and me  picking  sloes..if there was ever a time in my life to turn to gin it is now.

Third Floor Flutter

open window 

the city breeze blows in

thump thump my heart pounds in

the flimsy shirt 

white cotton frilled

the rise and fall

shudders

your window is up there

third floor

slightly ajar

your curtains flutter

gently licking brickwork

in and out

tick tick tick

the left hand light flashes

loading stop only

my minutes are nearly up

but i chance it

a few more 

whose to know?

the mirror reflects the past

when we danced up the steps to

delight

laughter echoing down the street

late one night

not so long  ago

or so it seems

the rush of cars screech by and wake me

the memories dispersed by the police car pulling up behind me

a last glance upwards

there is to be no glimpse of you

a sigh surfaces with tears

as i pull away.

My take on this weeks magpie tales  no. 88 from Tess at Willow Manor

when the world is spinning out of control....

....and life seems like it will never get back on an even keel...

*

i dream of the day..soon..when i come down in the morning after a peaceful nights sleep,

warm and wrapped in a cashmere robe

i lift the cover of the hotplate of the aga and put the kettle on for tea

while waiting for it to boil

i open the french windows into the garden

where the scent of fresh and flowers greet me

the dogs, excited run out

i follow

barefooted and walk in the morning dew

the sun is slowly rising

its going to be a beautiful day

following the dogs to the paddock

i bend and tug a handful of grass and hold it out to the gentle soft muzzle waiting for me

i stroke the velvet skin and the warmth of horse pushes against me

all is well

i am happy

i am loved

this is mine 

one day soon.

memento mori

*

remember

the splashed water

leaving trapped rainbows 

cascading

in 

water droplets

over iridescent feathers.

Once I was beautiful.

*

This my piece for the prompt on Magpie Tales. if you want to see Tess's picture head over to the blog.

today.....

 was the most stunning autumn afternoon....once the chores were almost done ......we walked on the common........

 ..the beautiful but flighty exmoor ponies which graze all year here...the foals now almost as big as their mothers.....

 i just loved that colour  of the artificial track picked up that of  the rose hips..........

 ..dewy nosed cows enjoying the warmth....

 England...country....nature.....big skies...heaven....

...just love the reflection.......the sky.....the clouds.....the water......the world....

....the nicest end to the day......wood smoke and wine!!

here i stand.....

here i stand 
alone
the past flies like demons around the dark corners of my mind
the haunting wrongs cast in my name
creep from under floorboards hammered shut long ago
i stare
unseeing into the blackest pages
of copperplate script
and understand nothing


here i stand 
waiting
for the clink of keys
the smell of incense and the chanting of gold trimmed charlatans
while the moon that has been my last companion
waxes
 and the dawn rises
i stare at the door
resigned.


my latest effort in MAGPIE TALES no.86 with thanks to Tess for the prompt.

into the blue

 ..we walked through the forest..

..trees tall creaking slightly in the wind...

...needles and fir-cones drop around us...

...the air has that dark

 dank 

scent that makes you breath deeply and rejoice that autumn is here...

we jump muddy puddles..

the ground churned up in places by horses hooves..

there is silence broken only by birdsong...

..we see no birds

turning the corner the path rises

 our gradual climb into the blue....

In the striped tent

In  a last ditch effort

to draw the disenchanted

to the Big Top

the last pot of glue lay empty

behind the vultures cage

the storm of feathers floating

gently down

on red sand

the crowd watched the grand finale

speechless.

with thanks to Tess at magpie tales for the prompt!

Morning light....

and the sky gives me a big kiss!!!!.....the first of October and our morning walks are getting later......The Lodger ever the early morning riser is now in winter hours and is quite happy to stay curled up on his chair until I go downstairs and switch the kettle on.....

seven and the sky is showing off on this misty morning....the promise of another hot day....so unseasonably hot by eleven it  even smells of summer......warmth....back to summer frocks and sandals when i really want a warm jacket, boots and scarves....what is happening to this world of ours??

across the bridge over the river and the usual suspects are all present and correct!!...the heron who flies off as soon a a glimpse of black dog appears...the argumentative ducks quacking and paddling happily away....and the sedate trio of mum, dad, and cygnet....gliding gracefully by.....i adore swans.....

..out of the mist rises a hot air balloon....we see them quite often here....it silently lifted off into the blue and away...
fortunately the lodger was so intent on the three squirrels fighting over acorns above us that he missed the balloon..there would have been no peace and in fact quite a fraca , as the lodger gets older anything in the sky is apparently his arch enemy be it pigeons, the moon, aeroplanes or hot air balloons

later back to one of the day jobs, a wedding which we did the flowers for, the bride wanted a crisp autumn day, unfortunately for her it was a hot, sultry one but perfect all the same.
At least the flowers  were showing the their autumnal colours!!

I hope that you have a wonderful weekend.xx