For visually challenged writers, theimage shows deeply worn stone steps, scattered with plants growing in the cracks, leading up to a blue-painted door.
Before Cissey died she stood in the ginnel looking up at doors. Nothing had changed. The steps they used to climb up and down to school, to work to home. Still there worn and full of stories. When babies the pram would be stood at the bottom of the steps and the door was left open so a watchful eye was kept.
As Children they’d perch on the steps and shell the peas and peel carrots and potatoes. Each would have a job. The house was small for a family of ten so often they spilled over on to the steps. Noisy, rowdy, quiet pensive, laughing crying all life flowed out of the two up two down housr on to the steps.
One by one they left the safety of the home, walked down the steps either with Dad or Mum or alone to set up a new life. Some went far some just to another street.
They always came back, for birthdays, anniversaries, weddings, christenings, Christmas and funerals. Always at any event they spilled out on to the steps.
As time past the traffic on the steps become less yet somehow the indents looked accentuated deeper worn. Over the years the generations grew until there was no one left to truly know the significance of the worn steps. Who’s feet had left their mark on history.
Sell it the young ones said, not knowing the reasons for the worn steps. They painted the door, they painted the railings, they thought about repairing the steps but left them.
The for sale sign went up, people came to see the house. They saw the potential, they saw the new paint, the newly added kitchen and bathroom. They didn’t see the generations of family on the steps so many joys and dramas.
Nobody saw them but a special few felt them on the worn out steps. One couple saw them too and they bought the house and the steps.
Welcome to the Décima Poetry Challenge. Each week we’ll be attempting a Décima, also known as an Espinela, poem set by Ronovanwrite’s.
Ronovan say “If you don’t know how to write a Décima, click HERE to go to a post on how to write one.Or…Keep reading and find out, with an example included.
He also said “One last thing before we jump in the creativity pool, check out my weekly Haiku Challenge that often has prompts (Destruct and Self this week) that share a central theme, at least in my head, with the Décima Poetry Challenge prompt.”
Image from Pixabay.
The Gambler Décima
Always with an eye to the chance The wheel of fortune spins around Your spirits high feet don’t touch the ground. Destruction leads a merry dance Self denial your chosen stance Fortunes lessen,they never grow Your luck revolves like ebb and flow. Self destruction the gamblers trait There is no escape from this fate. Loss of esteem the final blow
Well the last time I did a #WDIIA Was the 6th July 22days ago. So why have I decided to do one today and why have started with Annie Lennox and a Whiter Shade Of Pale. Well all will be revealed.
So it’s been even more samey for me because of the drain my ‘friend’ now for seven weeks! Basically awake at stupid o’clock, breakfast in bed if feeling good up by 10am if not between 11/12 pm …do a few jobs nothing taxing or heavy, read, blog, a walk round the block on hubby’s arm . Totally knackered by 9pm so back to bed. Sunday evening we have a virtual meet up with friends from up the road, but apart from a few friends/ family socially distancing in the garden it’s just been hubby and me. We have had hospital visits and a couple of trips to the surgery to have my drain dressing changed. Heavily masked up and socially distanced.
So what’s different today?
Went to the hospital today for me to gave a Fluoroscopy. It was painful! I was surprised I am usually okay with discomfort. Also I am loosing blood now because the Dr said she had disturbed everything. So now I have a bleed to keep an eye on. I am praying it will stop on it own without the need to go to hospital for that awful clotting drug or worse blood. Unfortunately the drain cannot come out because the massive stone is still blocking the neck of the gall bladder which is not draining on its own at all. The surgeons have to. Review the fluoroscopy and then get intouch with me again to organise an appointment to organise the removal of drain and gall bladder.
So I have gone from this seven weeks ago
To this yesterday 15mils/20mils of bile up to yesterday.
To this again today.
Hense the opening song: A Whiter Shade Of Pale.
Plus Hubby’s brother is being awkward again about MIL’s estate? Why when neither of hubby’s siblings want to help and leave it all to him to do, do they cause trouble??
All that is leaving us exhausted!
Anway it’s time for a happy song. I think we need one today!
It’s the fourth week of July! Are you ready for a theme prompt? Sue Vincent selected the theme this week with a quote prompt: I have written a double Etheree this week.
“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth.” Herman Hesse
The wisdom of Ents.
You Told me Your secrets Reached out, touched me Spoke inside my head Showed me life eons past All the changes you have seen The sum of your knowledge is vast. You’re not tied by religion or cast. Un-dispoiled by rank or fortune you stand. Your knowledge once tapped can not be unseen. You picked me from the group, gently spoke. I heard you and carry your words. To this day I still hear you Still see what you showed me. The vision is true Sheltered by you. Life giving You are Ent.
The first song that sprang to mind was ,The Same Old Song . By the Four Tops. Then I thought no let go for old Rodders
“It’s the Same Old Song” is a song recorded by the Four Tops for the Motown label. It was released in 1965 as the second single from their second album. Written and produced by Motown’s main production team Holland–Dozier–Holland, the song is today one of The Tops’ signature songs, and was reportedly created—from initial concept to commercial release—in 24 hours. It reached No. 5 on the Billboard Hot 100 and No. 2 on the Billboard R&B chart. It also reached number 34 in the UK.
Of course I chose Rodders. Sir Roderick David StewartCBE (born 10 January 1945) is a British rock singer and songwriter. Born and raised in London, he is of Scottish and English ancestry. Stewart is one of the best-selling music artists of all time, having sold over 120 million records worldwide. He has had nine number-one albums in the UK Albums Chart and his tally of 62 UK hit singles includes 31 that reached the top ten, six of which gained the #1 position. Stewart has had 16 top ten singles in the US, with four reaching #1 on the Billboard Hot 100. He was knighted in the 2016 Birthday Honours for services to music and charity.
You’re sweet (you’re sweet) as a honeybee But like a honeybee stings You’ve gone and left my heart in pain All you left (all you left) is our favorite song The one we danced to all night long It used to bring sweet memories (Sweet memories) Of a tender love that used to be
Now it’s the same old song But with a different meaning since you been gone It’s the same, same old song But with a different meaning (Since you been gone) And it breaks me up to hear it
I, oh I, sentimental fool am I (Sweet memories) To hear an old love song and want to cry But the melody keeps haunting me Reminding me how in love we used to be Keep hearing the part that used to touch our hearts Staying (Together forever) Darling (Breaking up never)
(Now it’s the same old song) Can’t bear to hear it (With a different meaning since you been gone) Oh, it hurts to hear it It’s the same old song But with a different meaning since you been gone
Precious memories keep a-lingering on Every time I hear our favorite song Now you’ve gone Left this emptiness I only reminisce the happiness we spent We used to dance to the music (We used to dance to the music) Make romance to the music (Make romance to the music)
Now it’s the same old song But with a different meaning since you been gone Now it’s the same old song But with a different meaning since you been gone I, oh, I can’t bear to hear it It’s the same old song (But with a different meaning since you been gone) Ooh, it breaks me up to hear it) It’s the same old song But with a different meaning.
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