Good bye Sue.

I wrote this two years ago today and I still feel the same

© willowdot21

“I like you” Sue said when we met for the second time, “your even shorter than me.” Sue always spoke her mind.

Like everyone who knew her I will miss Sue dearly. It was not as this day was not expected but still it was a heart stopper when I actually saw the words in print.

Sue was many things, Mother, Grandmother, loving partner, carer, teacher, friend, author and a supporter and light to us all.

We have lost a beautiful light, a beacon from our lives. Sue touched us all. I can’t believe it’s only six months since September when Sue got the news that she was terminally ill. Like many, family and friends I baulked at the inevitable selfishly I could not accept what Sue not only accepted but also embraced . She was angry, as we all would be. Amazingly she said she had too much work to finish. Too much life to live.

© SueVincent.

Sue had visits to Oxford, days out with Ducks and Grandchildren and she worked, boy she worked so hard, books written and published, books reworked and republished. Christmas Dinner prepared and eaten, cakes and mince pies prepared. If minded Sue was an unstoppable force.

I emailed Sue daily, she probably got fed up with me but I just wanted her to know I was there for her. The last email , that I sent was last night and simply said , “Dear Sue sleep well” and I put Peace as the subject. I really mean that Dear Sue sleep well. Where ever you are now in your new realm be at peace.

Sue, I don’t want to but it is time to say goodbye as you spread your wings and move to the next part of your journey. You will live forever in my heart …not only mine but many others too. You will be immortal in our memories.

With love to Stuart, Nick Alex and the girls not forgotting The Small Dog Ani.

Another feather flutters
A candle is lighted
A soul with with loved ones united.
At last there is no pain
You are free to soar again.

© willowdot21

© willowdot21

Never forgotten.💜🦋

Sue’s blog is here.

K.L.Caleys #writephoto: Ripple.

As Gail and Morgarna jumped last week , Gail went home to the house and Merlin, but Morgarna was sent off on another job without any instructions or message from Merlin …. that guy is on very thin ice!


“Where’s Morgarna” asked Gail as she landed back in Merlin’s lab.
“Ah! I had to send her on a little errand “
“Without even giving her a warning?” asked Gail throwing her arms up in indignation. “No wonder she gets the hump with you! I certainly would! Just what is so important that you have sent her off with absolutely no warning or back up? “
Merlin stood up and closed his laptop, he suddenly looked bigger and actually scarier than Gail had actually seen him before.
“Are you questioning me Gail?” he started to say only to be interpreted by Gail
“Yes Merlin I think you are actually taking advantage of her better nature and patience!”
At that Merlin laughed and returned to his normal self he replied, “Morgarna has patience and a better nature ….you could have fooled me”

Morgarna sat at the desk and lit a cigarette, looking around she found a half full ashtray and on further inspection of the room she found a drinks table, so Morgarna being Morgarna fixed herself a brandy. Walking back to the desk she spotted the pieces of paper strewn about on the desk top. The story looked familiar and she read the first two pages she realised she was reading a story of note. She noticed that the name of the protagonist of the story was just a question mark. Then she spotted many names on another piece of paper….all had either been crossed out or had a question mark by the side of them.
Pouring herself another Brandy she took up some more story and then it clicked. Leaning over the jacket draped over the chair she saw a white handkerchief in the inside pocket. Pulling it out she saw the monogram on it was B.S.
A huge smile light up her face and before she could help herself she was fishing about in her bag looking for her lipstick . It was Vampire Red and she took an empty sheet of paper and wrote, ‘My name is Count Dracula of Transylvania.’
Lighting another cigarette Morgarna admired her handy work, the blood red lipstick sprung out from the page and delighted her. “I think my job here is done ” she smiled to herself.

It was getting dark as Morgarna finished her drink and stubbed out her cigarette, she lit the candle on the desk , it shone it’s light on to the name Dracula. She heard voices in the hallway on the other side of the door, as the handle turned she hid behind the curtain and held her breath.

Bram Stoker.

image from Wikipedia

The door opened and a rather handsome bearded gentlemen entered he took his jacket from the chair and was about to leave when he saw the red writing…. The name Dracula. ” That’s it , that’s it ” shouted the man in a cultured Dublin accent, “Dracula, count Dracula of Transylvania ! Florence, Florence” bounding back toward the door he left, the piece of paper in his pocket.
Morgarna could hear voices all over the house now so she opened the window and ……wafted off into the night doing her best vampire impression as she went.
As Bram crossed the hall he saw a dark figure dressed in a black cloak suddenly jump into , well who knows what and disappear …. He shook himself as his wife came down the stairs…” What is all the shouting about my dear?” She asked.
Bram smiled his most disarming smile and replied I have thought of the name of the main character of my new book my love”
“Well then husband you had better tell me all about it over dinner”
As the headed to the dinning room Bram had his fingers crossed behind his back!

Morgarna landed in the back garden of the house for the second time that week only this time Merlin was there with a large Bacardi and Coke in one hand a lighted cigarette in the other. Gail was standing on the patio dishing up stew from a huge pot!
Taking the drink and cigarette from Merlin she called to Gail “what’s on the menu hun? I am starving”
“We thought you would be” said Merlin.
Morgarna flashed him a killer look …
“Ouch” he said to himself.
“It’s Irish stew in honour of Mr Stoker but with a twist!”
“What’s the twist ?” Asked Morgarna sniffing the aroma.
“A bottle of Shiraz laughed Gail”

After dinner Merlin left the ladies to chat and went back to his lab. Once Morgarna was sure he was busy she put her finger to her lips and beckoned Gail to follow her. Then popped into the kitchen where Morgarna retrieved Merlin’s car keys from the key safe.

Once out of earshot Morgarna drove like a demond, screeching gears and breaks hitting curbs and lamposts …Gail was a bit screechy too at first then Morgarna reminded her, one, she was already dead two, that Morgarna is immortal and three Merlin was a shit and deserved everything he got!

Gail fell asleep eventually as Morgarna drove up north singing at the top of her voice.

Morgarna stopped the engine and the silence woke Gail. …
“Where are we she asked…. Just some Scottish Loch Gail isn’t it beautiful”
Gail had to agree it was beautiful. So
peaceful with calm blue skies, and such deep still waters.
Gail looked at the car the paintwork was dented and scratched, there were cigarette burns all over the dashboard and the leather seats. “Oh! Morgarna what have you done…..” Gails voice tailed off as Morgarna took the keys out of the ignition and tossed them into the loch…. “Oops” she laughed grabbing Gail’s arm and casting a spell that whizzed them back to the house.
“Coffee” she asked Gail smiling, Merlin popped his head around the kitchen door , “good morning ladies your up early, any coffee going?”

Back at the Loch a very sad and damaged BMW was being checked over my two young police officers. The loch was still and silent but just by the waters edge there was a huge ripple


PART OF K.L.CALEY’S # writephoto Ripple

Ronovan Writes SIJO Wednesday Poetry Challenge #55. Use DISTRACTION as your inspiration this week.

© willowdot21

My eldest brother, he a twin to girly, was know as boy.


“What’s that?” my brother would ask, staring over my shoulder.
Being young I’d turn everytime. He’d steal my food, drink or toy.
Simple then, not so now. Me distracted? not so easily Boy.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Challenge Image


TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 313, 3/28/23


短歌 火曜日.

Our poetry community brings poets together from all around the world. What does it look like where you live?

Here is whatColleen’s has given us for this week’s prompt. “This week, share the view outside your window by writing a poem in syllabic form. If you write a freestyle form, please add a syllabic form to your post. Have fun!”

I have decided to write a  Shadorma. This is a poetic form consisting of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza has a syllable count of three syllables in the first line, five syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third and fourth lines, seven syllables in the fifth line, and five syllables in the sixth line (3/5/3/3/7/5) for a total of 26 syllables.

Plip plop plip
Not seeming to stop
Gentle rain
Or hard rain
Continuously drip drops
Will it ever stop

Spring is here
It sure is trying
Pushing roots
And daffodils are sprouting
Starbursts of colour

Rain drops on
Splatter my window
A chill wind
Still blows hard
Where is the warm spring sunshine
I fear it is lost

Under foot
Squelching as we walk
Water pools
Runs down hill
Next month brings April showers
Hopefully with warmth.

Flip flop swish
We’re in the car now
Windscreen wet
Wiper blades
Swipe steadily side to side
It’s just like winter.

PART OF Colleen Chesebro’s Tuesday Tanka.

Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 455 CAVE and Climb

Haiku Challenge
Ronovanwrite’s .

Out of the darkness
into the light we scale fear
caverns of despair.

© willowdot21.


Song Lyric Sunday: Mind the Bins it’s Grunge!

Jim Adams

This week Jim Adams our host for Song Lyric Sunday has given us the promp Grunge Music.

Grunge (sometimes referred to as the Seattle sound) is an alternative rockgenre and subculture that emerged during the mid-1980s in the American Pacific Northwest state of Washington, particularly in Seattle and nearby towns. Grunge fuses elements of punk rock and heavy metal, but without punk’s structure and speed. The genre featured the distortedelectric guitar sound used in both genres, although some bands performed with more emphasis on one or the other. Like these genres, grunge typically uses electric guitarbass guitardrums and vocals. Grunge also incorporates influences from indie rock bands such as Sonic Youth. Lyrics are typically angst-filled and introspective, often addressing themes such as social alienationself-doubtabuseneglectbetrayalsocial and emotional isolationaddictionpsychological trauma and a desire for freedom. Information Wikipedia

Well I am going for UK Grunge with a band I like because they are forever evolving.

I chose Comedown by Bush. .

Gavin Rossdale wrote the song about an ex-girlfriend, stating, “It was written in the context of half regret, half celebration and just being objective about the situation of coming down from that high and dealing with those intense emotions.” In 2017 he added:

“I liked the idea of euphoria. But having that euphoria has a comedown. It’s inside your brain and just says, ‘I’m having the greatest time, and I don’t want to stop.’ But most of the time, people lose that zone and it changes and you’re like, ‘No, I didn’t want this.’ And that’s such a common feeling. I watched it being sung every night – it’s one of the songs where I can step back and let the people sing. It’s the best feeling in the world as a songwriter.”

Drummer Robin Goodridge told music publication Modern Drummer that the bass line and drum grooves in “Comedown” were borrowed from a song by English band Massive Attack.

Of the 12 songs featured on Sixteen Stone, “Comedown” was the first to be written, and remains unchanged lyrically from its original form

Bush are an English rock band formed in London in 1992. Their current lineup consists of lead vocalist and rhythm guitarist Gavin Rossdale, lead guitarist Chris Traynor, bassist Corey Britz, and drummer Nik Hughes.

Bush have been described as grunge, post-grunge, alternative rock, and hard rock. One of the first bands to be described as post-grunge, Bush were labeled almost pejoratively as such. Matt Diehl of Rolling Stone described Bush as “the most successful and shameless mimics of Nirvana’s music”. In the book Fargo Rock City: A Heavy Metal Odyssey in Rural North DakotaChuck Klosterman wrote, “Bush was a good band who just happened to signal the beginning of the end; ultimately, they would become the grunge Warrant”. In the book Accidental Revolution: The Story of Grunge, Kyle Anderson wrote about Bush’s album Sixteen Stone, writing:

“The twelve songs on Sixteen Stone sound exactly like what grunge is supposed to sound like, while the whole point of grunge was that it didn’t really sound like anything, including itself. Just consider how many different bands and styles of music have been shoved under the “grunge” header in this discography alone, and you realize that grunge is probably the most ill-defined genre of music in history.”

Bush have noted Nirvana’s music as a key influence in their work, but remained insistent that their style is original. Talking to The Morning Call in February 1996, lead guitarist Nigel Pulsford remarked “Nirvana was a big influence. They acted as a catalyst, put the guitar band back in vogue and inspired us to perform”. Of the similarities in the music of the two acts, Gavin Rossdale told Rolling Stone that he “hoped” there was an element of Nirvana in Bush but also that felt he “had [his] own thing”. In 2011, Rossdale proclaimed Pixies as “the most influential band” to him. In addition, members of Bush have cited artists including The Beatles,Big BlackDavid Bowie,Bob DylanPJ Harvey,Hole, Hüsker DüJane’s AddictionMy Bloody ValentineLed Zeppelin,Tom Petty, The_Replacements_(band)Sex PistolsSmashing Pumpkins, Sonic Youth, Soul Asylum, Soundgarden, and Neil Young as influential or inspirational.

All information Wikipedia.

Love and hate, get it wrong
She cut me right back down to size
Sleep the day, let it fade
Who was there, take your place

No one knows, never will
Mostly me, but mostly you
What do you say, do you do
When it all comes down?

‘Cause I don’t want to come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this time to find out what I need again
I don’t want to come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this, all this time

There is no blame, only shame
When you beg, you just complain
More I come, more I try
All police are paranoid

So am I, so’s the future
So are you, be a creature
What do you say, do you do
When it all comes down?

‘Cause I don’t want to come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this time to find out what I need
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t want to come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this, all this time

Shoot up, shoot up
Shoot up, you’re high

Love and hate, get it wrong
She cut me right back down to size
Sleep the day, let it fade
Who was there to take your place?

No one knows, never will
Mostly me, but mostly you
What do you say, do ya do
When it all comes down?

‘Cause I don’t wanna come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this time to find out what I need
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don’t wanna come back down from this cloud
It’s taken me all this, all this time

Why did you, why did you, why did you, why did you
Why did you, why did you, why did you, why did you
Why did you
Come down?

I don’t wanna come back down from this cloud
This cloud, this cloud, this cloud, this cloud
This cloud, this cloud, this cloud, this cloud

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Gavin Rossdale

Comedown lyrics © Bmg Rights Management (uk) Ltd, Mad Dog Winston Music Ltd

Now to show their softer side here they are singing one of my favourite Fleetwood Mac songs…Stevie Nicks eat your heart out .


The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS March 25, 2023

Badge by Shelley Krupa..

LindaGHill is here with our prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday, she said”Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last thing you emptied.” Think of the last thing you emptied or something you empty often and use it as your prompt any way you like. Have fun!

Well I do love a cup of coffee, sadly these days my my tummy cannot tolerate real coffee but I have discovered a decent instant that I enjoy. So something I empty often is a coffee cup. Like everyone else I am always emptying things like, washing machines, dishwashers, tumble dryers, dustbins, sinks ect ect. So rather than rambling on about that here’s a little story about Death… His job is emptying the world of its dead. This story is about how he emptied his cup, his skeleton and a Starbucks.


Death was back in Starbucks again drinking coffee
he’d sent out invites but to the other three.
Like last time he had made his mark
He’d emptied the place those not dead sat stunned in the park
He finished his coffee, it was his second cup
Looked at the clock and decided his wait was up.
He knew his friends were tardy but enough was enough
He was busy collecting the dead and their stuff.
He rose from his seat and made for the door
Leaving a trail of black coffee on the floor.
“Damn coffee goes right to my feet” Off he stomped out into the street.
Pestilence,War and Famine were out having fun,
Too busy to join him, forgetting that he’s number one!
Behind him the cleaner followed with a mop
Turning he flashed a smile, the man fell with a plop!
Scooping him up as he went on his way mumbling to himself the start of another bloody day!
He did not need the others he was the boss,
Whatever they caused he picked up the loss.
So if you see him keep on his right side
Don’t offer him Columbian coffee you might hurt his pride!

© willowdot21.

Comfort – Tranquil Thursday #8

Source image by Hugo Kerr on Unsplash.

Maggie at from cave walls is off to Florida to spend a week with family and she’s been thinking about the things that bring us comfort. Maggie says, ” We draw comfort from various things whether it be an action, a person, a pet, a favorite food, or perhaps a piece of memorabilia.”

Luckily for us she has left some questions to answer on comfort.

How would you define comfort?

To be at peace with my lot. To have no fear or stress.

Within my own mind
Great peace I can find
Leaving all my troubles at the door
My comfort finds me as before.
Cosy and hidden from the world
I close my eyes and my dreams are unfurled.

© willowdot21

Under what circumstances do you seek and/or give comfort?

I give comfort when I can. Usually a phone call or what’s app often one of the lads will ring about ” nothing that really is something”.
Hubby and I comfort eachother often talking for hours…often I just listen an ear to hear or a shoulder to rest on can be of great comfort.

I often seek comfort in a friend or sister. As I said hubby is a great comforter too.

The sound of my father’s voice always brought me comfort. Is there a voice that beings you comfort?

My mother’s voice was always a great comfort over the phone… Or if I was lucky in person…. When I was young the sight of my mum was always a comfort my dad too so calm and calming always ready to talk or read to me.

© willowdot21

Do you have a favorite comfort food?

A jacket potato with baked beans and cheese…. treacle pudding and custard and stew and dumplings always remind me of home and family.

© willowdot21

What person, animal, place, or thing makes you feel comforted?

Our dog Ruby, always brings great comfort.

© willowdot21

My husband is always a great friend and stalwart.
My friend always there for me.. and I am for her too.
My grandsons when they hug me. My home .

© willowdot21

Music, writing and walking also bring me great comfort.

Three comforts © willowdot21

So my family and friends are my great comfort but there is one more thing that is a great comfort to me. That is Vlad my immortal Vampire Bear. He has traveled the world, been in hospital, weddings and been to bloggers bashes with me he’s a great source of comfort to me.

Vlad the dark side! © willowdot21.

Vampire the light side.© willowdot21.

Many years ago my sister returned from New York where she had been working . When she opened her case she found Vlad! There he sat master of all he surveyed,immortal and invincible he was laid in between the wash bag and the dirty laundry!!

Long story made short Vlad is an immortal Vampire Bear older than the universe and has traversed it may a time . For some reason never explained he moved in with us and since then our lives have never been the same. He has also moved in his best friend Grim, now he is not easy to ignore, tall guy about eight foot tall dressed in black hooded robe and carrying a scythe.

Well you all probably think I totally mad now but that’s my comfort zone!


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