Silent Thursday: What is written what isn’t written yet.

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Maggie from, from cave walls wrote: ‘January is behind us and I felt I should give you an update on my conversation with Lauren on the status of our Throwback Thursday posts. “

She has spoken to Lauren who she started Throwback Thursday with about it’s future. They have decided that as Lauren is not well and has enough to cope with at the moment they would suspend Throwback Thursday until Lauren feels she can cope.

So for now Maggie has decided to do a Tranquil Thursday prompt until Throwback Thursday returns. As a I see it out prompt this week is : What is written  in your book and what remains unwritten?

I am not a hundred percent sure if I have read this correctly anyway here goes.

Life… A Terza Rima, what is written. © willowdot21

I did not ask for this life,

It was alloted to me

I walked daily amid madness and strife.

When a child too young to see

I blindly followed every rule

I was fitted with the ties that stop me being being free.

I learned to read and write at school.

Yet they did not want me to think

I was bullied, pushed around, I was named a fool.

I was weak, my armour full of chinks

But I strived to hide my fears

Paint on a smile hide the missing links.

Ambition and aspirations came along the years

Despite opposition I grew wings

Layers formed that gave my life tiers

Dreams I had enough to throw to the winds
Hold on to them as I may they slipped away.

Like so much detritus blown around the bins.

Finding my identity made me strong and whole

I found my voice, written words, my choice

As I strode toward my goal.

I was teased but it didnt hurt, as I said that was my choice

No one was unkind no tears burned me

Quietly my flag of independence I unfurled and hoist.

Married, they all said, your but a baby

I was determined though, afraid to be left alone

So the plans were laid, a start a bridal spree.

Seventeen, and full of hopes ready to leave home

Sister’s, sewing, in-laws arranging cars, cakes, and bridesmaids

Such a lot to do, in a few weeks I shall have flown

For a while all is bright and darkness fades

What the future holds I do not know

I am important for now I have the spotlight before it degrades

The dress is silk and white oh! how it flows

We take our vows and mean forever

Our love so huge it burns and glows.

And so our journey is begun joined by an invisible tether

Into our new life we blindly drive

Ignoring the pitfalls of life, newlyweds wrapped up in eachother.

Young and happy to be alive

Learning lessons daily sharing our new life

It was not easy being a wife

So many compromises to play

Still the love, in those days out weighed the strife.

We had a girl who could not stay

Then a boy who nearly didn’t either

But he did and after a dicey start is with us to this day.

We had to move down west to pastures new

Fresh start with baby on the way

Staying with inlaw’s a tricky thing to do.

Our home, with new babe out of hospital finally okay

Builders, sea gulls in the wilderness

Alone and unsure so much I was under stress and not okay.

Two more babes refused to stay I was thin and depressed

Hubby worked away I was so alone

Then another baby on the way we moved away from the west.

Back to London and my Mum’s home

Finding comfort in family and the old familiar

For most of that pregnancy I was not alone.

At length we managed to secure a home, three quarters of an hour from Mum’s by car.

The previous owners had not left and it was pouring with rain

Screaming baby, soaked possessions but we had our own place again Ah!

The years came and went and we all grew, good times, bad times in the frame.

I watched the boys grow and then ten years on another boy arrived.

Many things happen as a family grows and memories remain.

I had some black times it was never easy but we all survived

As our family out grew our home so we bought a bigger house

Sometimes I just hid inside my head until my soul revived.

I was often scared, letting myself be bullied, I acted like a mouse.

I lost my grip on ambition like sand it slipped through my fingers.

I felt so insecure, try as I might my fears I could not douse.

Hubby suffered with stress , the kind that lingers

The boys grew and flourished they were out life

Then we moved house again to our forever home .

It’s never easy being a mother or a wife

It pushes you and stresses you to your limit

Yet it brings joy and meaning to your life.

Years past, some alone but I coped no longer timid.

The boys grew into men I found myself again

We all need to grow and not be tied down.

The boys have grown and flown but their roots here remain

Family ties get stretchrd and torn

Yet with their choices I really can’t complain.

Twice I break my back, rue the day I was born

Second time I started to write

Words free me from prison I should of done it all along.

Things may not be perfect, I did not ask for this life,

It was alloted to me

But I walk daily content amid madness and strife.

🌹

What is unwritten

So now I have wings and I am armed with a pen…. Mightier than the sword? Yes I think so. Writing has opened my eyes and I have made so many friends online. I have grandchildren who are wonderful.

So what’s unwritten? A lot less than is but I shall not waste what is left. I want to publish, I want to cuddle my grandsons I want to embrace my family and life.

This is part of Maggie’s Silent Thursday.

K.L.Caley’s #writephoto. Battleship.

Well last week Morgarna, Merlin and Gail met Lady Gwyneth we left the listening to her sad tale of loss. Carry on reading to see how or even if they can help ?

..

Merlin took the E.R. from his pocket and scanned the room. “There’s not a lot we can do here Gail we can’t change history it’s done but we can help Gwyneth understand what happened and hopefully help her and her husband cope.”
“Yes damage limitation, is our best shot” echoed Morgarna.
Gail opened her mouth to complain but stopped seeing Merlin’s eyes.
Morgarna stood and said to Gwyneth “let’s take a trip back to the rose garden and see what happened.” Standing up she crossed to the arrowslit and Gail and Gwyneth followed her.
Merlin called up the anomaly and the three woman passed through the arrow slit and jumped.


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© willowdot21

As they landed the first thing they noticed was the heady scent of roses and the gentle sound of water from Gwyneth’s favourite fountain. “Okay said Morgarna no one can see or hear us so we can just observe and not spook anyone”
Then Gwyneth saw herself over on the other side of the garden, picking roses and humming to herself.
“Look ” said Gail softly, ” there you are and you are not doing anything you should not. You had no idea that there was a little time bomb inside you. You are not to blame”
Gwyneth, her eyes full of tears, replied , ” I just feel I should have known something was wrong .”
“How could you of ?” asked Morgarna touching Gwyneth on the arm.
Just then they saw Gwyneth fall to the ground. Her ladies in waiting gathered round her , there was nothing they could do, her life’s blood was simply flowing out of her.
“Do something Morgarna, please do something I know you can” , cried Gail.
Morgarna shook her head I can’t, I am sorry, if I change anything now I will only make things worse. I could save them today and then something nasty would happen the next day or the next week. But Gail there might be something you can do if you just watch”


The Ladies in waiting were flapping around Gwyneth none of them had any idea what to do. “Call for my husband ” Gwyneth whispered, “He is away hunting my lady ” was the reply.
Just then Gail saw a spirit emerging from the life’s blood pooling around Gwyneth , without a thought Gail lunged forward and caught it, it was a tiny baby girl. The tiny soul looked up into Gail’s eyes and smiled opening her eyes wide it was as if she was saying thank you.
Gail was delighted by the little dot and brought her over to meet her mother. Gently she handed the little girl to Gwyneth, the ghost who was so happy to be reunited with her baby .


While the three women were fussing and cooing over the baby, Morgarna had even stubbed her cigarette out so as not to breathe smoke all over the babe, the anomaly arrived . Morgarna checked her cigarette was out and picking up the stub she dropped it into her bag. “Mustn’t contaminate the time continuem ladies” she smiled adding, ” Oh! That’s our cue to jump come on and hold that baby tight! ” So linking arms and Gwyneth holding on tight to the baby they all jumped.


They landed with a thump in the dimly lit bed Chamber full of doctors apocatheries and other lords and scribes.
“I know where we are” said Gwyneth, “are were veiled they don’t know we are here do they Morgarna?” She asked indicating all the men standing around.
“No we can’t be seen or heard” Morgarna reassured her.
“This is my husband’s Bed Chamber and he is dying, I have whittnessed this scene so many times….. It’s so painful to watch he bemoans how losing me and the baby blotted his life….he never recovered and he died a young man…. I feel so guilty” Gwyneth’s voice trailed off.
Morgarna looked sharply at her and said, ” you can’t hold yourself responsible for his actions, we can’t change any of that now but we can sort out the three of you spirits in the ever after and give you all some peace. That’s what we are here for.”
Turning to Gail she added ” here’s where you come in again sweetie”
Gail watched the scene as the man in the bed rambled on and the medics and scribes bumbled around. Then all of a sudden Gwen’s husband looked straight at her and the baby and smiled. “This is different ” whispered Gwyneth “he’s never seen me before” smiling she reached out her hand to him.
At that moment he breathed his last and closed his eyes and died. “No” screamed Gywneth ,”This is awful I feel like I have lost him all over again” and she desolved into tears.
Gail was concentrating on the dying man, she knew what she had to do this time and she was ready.
While Morgarna consoled Gwyneth Gail saw the spirit of the man leaving the bed heading for the light, quick as a flash she caught his arm and pulled him back and spun him round to face his wife and baby. They all embraced and there were many tears of joy.
Morgarna intervened “Come on guys there’s no time for that you three all need to follow that light! Now!” With a shove she sent them on their way, a happy couple and their baby went towards the light and disappeared. They all turned and waved with gratitude in their eyes as they passed through, Gail went to follow but just as she got to the light Morgarna grabbed her …”Not yet young lady it’s not your time “
Gail felt strangely empty and lost but then she felt Morgarna’s warmth seeping into her she relaxed and let go!


©K.L.Caley

Merlin was sitting on the lawn on the approach to the castle when he got a message from Morgarna on the *T.A.S.C.C. App. on his mobile. It read: ‘mission completed I need a cigarette and a drink ! ‘

* Time and Space Continuem Commutation App.


They landed, Gail and Morgarna, next to Merlin who had organised a table and ordered some food and drinks.
“My dears, a Bacardi and Coke for you Morgs and a Cabernet Sauvignon for you Gail, how did it go are they all resettled and reunited now?”
“Yes indeed ” Morgarna replied lighting a cigarette, “all thanks to Gail we are all sorted here. ” Then seemingly smoking her cigarette she spoke to Merlin telepathically “Gail was a little unsettled by it all and I nearly lost her to the light! “
Merlin raised an eyebrow and then said well ladies let’s eat drink and be merry for Lady Gwyneth and her family”……and so they did.


Later that evening Gail and Merlin jumped through the anomaly back to the house while Morgarna was sent off on another trip.


©K.L.Caley

Morgarna landed with a thump on the deck of a huge battleship that has just travelled through Tower Bridge in London…. There were a couple of good looking naval ratings finishing some work before their supper who were mightily surprised by her entry… Morgarna smiled and practically purred “Well hello sailors!”

This is part of K.L. Caley’s #writephoto Battleship.

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 26th, 2023

LindaGHill’s was here again earlier and she said:”Hey there! I’m back with your regular daily prompt. Today is our twenty-sixth prompt for Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to us by J-Dub. Thanks loads, J-Dub! Please be sure to visit J-Dub’s blog to read her posts and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 26th 2023, is “family.” Use the word “family” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

If you’d like to see what I have so far on your prompt list and what’s to come, you can find it HERE.

Family : well Mum met Dad and they fell in love. Not only were they from different ends of the social scale but he was catholic and she a protestant but somehow they overcame the odds and had a life long loveafair, nine children six of whom six survived. I was the youngest, I had three sisters and two brothers to look up too. Now I have told you all many tales of my family life and how Mum and Dad taught us all good family and christian valves.

© willowdot21.

some of the siblings and cousins: me at the front.

© willowdot21
© willowdot21

Family Maths

First there was me then I met you
We united and that made us two
Growing close we became one
Then a new life came along
We became two plus one.
Moving on and we soon had another one
Our total rising up to four
A nice round figure, then along came one more!
Our numbers added up to five
Our youngsters keep us alive.
Five was our sum for a long while
Then number five met number six and that Made us all smile.
So there we stayed for a while.
Not quite the same as before
Different for all, then suddenly we find there is one more!
So here we are at seven
All is good and seems like heaven.
We all learn new roles and tricks
As grandparents and uncles we enter the mix.
We just get it off all pat
When number eight lands on the mat!
So here we are a family of eight
There may be more and that will be great.

© willowdot21

Then there is my Blogging Family all of you who I love and lots of whom I have met at the Bloggers Bash. I have written about you all too my bloggily. Photos of some of you, those still with us some sadly gone. If you are not there you still count , you are all important to me.💜

Family, The fur Family, Steve, Minky 1,2,3,4 and 5 Multi and Tinker, Rebbo and Ruby.

Colleen Chesebro’#TankaTuesday #Ekphrastic #Poetry Challenge, 1/24/22, No. 304

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

This week, using the painting as your inspiration, please write either a syllabic poetry form or a freestyle poem, including a syllabic form

Boughton, George Henry; The Lady of the Snows; Walker Art Gallery; http://www.artuk.org/artworks/the-lady-of-the-snows-97671

Your challenge for this week:

Is to write Ekphrastic poem.

The beautiful painting above has inspired me to write a Sijo. The Sijo, a Korean form believed to have first been used in the fourteenth century. It is similar in structure to various Japanese forms such as Haiku. As with many forms of poetry, the Sijo became a preferred poetry form of the yangban or ruling class as well as royalty. They were written in Chinese and were originally short songs set to music. The focus of the Sijo is usually nature and contemplation.

Three Lines 14-16 syllables per lineA total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.

Cold, cold, cold.

No weather so artic could out freeze her soul.
No snow blizzard could chill her more, her heart is like ice from winters depths.
Her countenance belies the hate she carries, heavy. The lady of the snows.

********

THIS IS PART OF Colleen Tanka Tuesday wordcraft

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 12th, 2023

Hi today is the twelfth prompt for Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to you by Liz Husebye Hartmann. Thank you, Liz Husebye Hartmann! Please be sure to visit Liz Husebye Hartmann’s blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 12th 2023, is “donut.” Use the word “donut” any way you’d like. Have fun!

If you’d like to see what LindaGHill’s, our host for JusJoJan has so far on our prompt list, you can find it HERE.

Acrostic Doughnut Poem

Don’t say no
Or I might pout
Ugly temper show
Give me one please
Happy moments
Not something I have often
Unusual
Treat.

Photo by Utopix Pictures Pictures on Pexels.com

KLCaley’s #writrphoto Approach.

Last week we left Morgarna, Merlin and Gail jumping away from sorting out a history medling, serial killer from the other side of the universe. They jump just in time for Christmas.

So here we are at KLCaley’s#writephoto.

After they had drunk in the view they walked along the beach to a fish and chip bar that Merlin knew and they sat outside and ate their super as they watched the sun set.
“That was the best fish and chips I’ve ever had. I am so full!” Sighed Gail rubbing her tummy and finishing her vodka and orange.
Morgarna sat back and lit a cigarette and watched the moon come up.
“It’s getting chilly ladies let’s go and find our Christmas home. Come on follow me!” Merlin got up and was heading up the slipway towards the village.


Alley.

They followed Merlin up the streets and then they turned down an alley which was cold damp and mossy …. The place was lined with terraced cottages with mostly green doors… One cottage even had a satellite dish on it. They went straight past that one and up to the one at the top of the alley.
Merlin handed Gail the key to the door and asked her to lead the way. Opening the door she was delighted with the scene that greeted them. It was warm and cosy, there was a huge tree decked with lights and faires! A huge roaring fire with Christmas Stockings hanging from the mantle,five marked with initials.
There was a table all set for Christmas dinner and in the kitchen was Gail’s Mum and Dad preparing vegetables, the sweet smell of mince pies filling the whole house.
“Gail, Honey, you made it, we were so hoping you would.”
Gail looked at the place and her parents, the sound of the rest of the family upstairs .
“Who are your friends, come on honey come on in you’re letting the cold in!”
Gail’s dad put down the brussel sprouts he was peeling and he came across the room his arms extended , Gail’s Mum hot on his heels beaming from ear to ear!
Gail finally grasped the fact that this was as real as it could be in this mad new world she now moved in and thought to herself….”hell yes I’ll go with this” as she jumped into her dad’s arms.


“Which Christmas is this?” whispered Morgarna looking Merlin in the eye.
“The one before she killed herself, she always said she wished she’d gone home that Christmas, things might of been very different if she had….. “
Morgarna looked from Merlin to Gail and her parents then said….”but we can’t change history can we Hun?”
Merlin looked at her and replied, ” no we can’t but this way she gets her wish.”
Morgarna smiled as Gail took her and Merlin by the arm. “Mum, Dad these are my dear friends Merlin and Morgarna “
“Well Gail’s Mum beamed welcome both of you you are most welcome I hope you are all staying there’s plenty of food for tomorrow. “
Morgarna smiled and said they’d love to stay.
“Right who’s for a drink , Morgarna, Merlin what can I get you? Are you still drinking vodka and orange Gail?”
Asked her mum.
They all sat down in the living room with their drinks and they all had a cigarette, in fact Gail’s Mum got out her special Christmas stock of Sobrainie cocktail cigarettes. Merlin did his best not to look too grumpy as they all smoked…. His Whiskey and ginger helped soften his mood, while Morgarna knocked back the Bacardi and coke, they all relaxed and chatted , then the Christmas episode of Dr Who came on the TV and Gail’s two brothers came charging down the stairs to watch and eat the nuts a d chocolate!
Everyone, yes even Merlin looked happy.


Two days later after much fun, games and eating and drinking too much Merlin said “Well it’s been really great but we must be on our way.”
Gail was going to complain but obviously had second thoughts and stopped, realising she had been given the most beautiful gift by her friends. The Christmas she never had and really wished she had!
“Yes she smiled… Mum, Dad it’s been wonderful but we must be off!”
So after much hugging and kissing they left the cottage.
As they walked up the alley a cold wind swept past them …it left Morgarna and Merlin untouched but Gail felt a soft warm presence …love.
The cottage stood cold dank and empty suffering from years of neglect, empty like most of the cottages in the alley, only three were still inhabited the rest were just empty shells full of memories.


As they reached the top of the alley Morgarna took hold of Gail and whispered “that was lovely wasn’t it love? come on I’ll race you back to the beach.”
As they reached the beach the Anomaly arrived “Okay they all shouted grabbing hands they jumped?”


As they landed they found themselves, not in the lab but on the approach to a large, almost-symetrical, castle with cylindrical towers dominating the landscape.
“Wooo! Squealed Gail, it’s a fairy castle! “
“I doubt that Hun” said Morgarna lighting a cigarette and taking a drag!
No said Merlin ….”I suppose we just better take a closer look.”
The all walked arm in arm toward the entrance.

Approach

One-Liner Wednesday & #JusJoJan the 11th, 2023 

When you tell a lie, you steal someone’s right to the truth.” 
–Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner.

Part of LindaGHill’s One-Liner Wednesday

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 9th, 2023

LindaGHill our host for JusJoJan said: “Welcome to another daily prompt! Today is your ninth prompt for Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to you by Destiny. Thank you, Destiny! Please be sure to visit Destiny’s blog to read her post and say hello. And follow her while you’re there, if you’re not already.”

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 9th 2023, is “endurance.” Use the word “endurance” any way you’d like. Enjoy!

If you’d like to see what I have so far on your prompt list, you can find it HERE.

Endurance

Either you give up or you endure
Never give in is my motto
Don’t expect me not to try
Under pressure’s when I
Really start to thrive
And endurance
Never will
Cease or
End.

Daily Prompt – JusJoJan the 8th, 2023.

LindaGHill’s said: “Today is your eighth prompt for Just Jot it January 2023, and it’s brought to you by JezzieG. Thank you, JezzieG! Please be sure to visit JezzieG’s blog to read his post and say hello. And follow him while you’re there, if you’re not already.”

Your prompt for JusJoJan January 8th 2023, is “friendship.” Use the word “friendship” any way you’d like. Have fun!

If you’d like to see what Linda had so far on your prompt list, you can find them HERE.

Todays prompt comes from a friend of mine Jezzie G. The prompt is Friendship. Well I do not have a vast amount of friends but luckily for me I have a close few who I can really rely on who I believe would always open their door to me if I knocked. I have my hubby who I trust with my life and I hope he feels the same about me. Then there are my on line friends who I have to say have offered me the most amazing support and friendship…. You do know who you are 💜💜💜. Then of course there is Ruby and all my past beautiful furbabies.

Before I broke my back the second time, I was a busy working mum. I thought I had lots of friends…… I did but they were Fairweather Friends or aqquaintses when I fell (excuse the pun) from view I was soon overlooked and forgotten. The few who kept me in their sights and are still with me now are my Diamonds in the dust, as are my family and my blog family I thank you all. I do consider myself blessed.

My favourite saying about Friendship is: The finest vessel on the sea of life is the Friendship. Annon.

Back in 2011 when I was recovering from my accident and learning to walk again I wrote Diamonds in the Dust. Today I was delighted band intrigued to see Maggie had used the same words to end her beautiful post. Please read it here. So I dug it out and dusted it off and rewrote / reworked it to use it for today’s Jusjojan.

Diamonds in the Dust

Not always there in person but always by your side
To always lend that helping hand a loving special guide.

To understand when no one does to place in you their trust.
When all is lost and all others gone they’re the diamonds in the dust.

You’ve lost your purse and missed the bus, there’s just one person you can phone.
When you can talk and you can walk they’ll discretely drop you home.

They’ll pick you up and hose you down and make sure you are sober.
To find the shoe that you have lost all stones they will turn over.

They’ll help you out, ask for nought when all the rules you’ve bust
When all is lost and all others gone
They are the diamonds in the dust

To smile with you and delight in your pleasure and share your minor wins
They treasure you when all consign you to the bins

True to you they always stay no matter if you are far away.
It is never “Out of sight and out of mind” to support you is a must
They don’t forget, they’re always kind those diamonds in the dust.

So when you stand alone without a helping hand.
Hope gone and all seems lost the fires of fear fanned.
The ones who never left your side, who always waved your banner
Still stand for you at any cost they are as heaven’s manner.

So remember as you review your life
The good, the bad, all the damn strife,
As you separate the wheat from the chaff blown away in a winds gust.
The ones that stay and never sway are the diamonds in the dust.

*****

Two favourite songs about friendship.

#JusJoJan the 5th/23 – Cancer.

Our prompt word of the day today for LindaGHill’s JuJoJam is “cancer.” My thank you goes to Lauren for her profound suggestion.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/scelera/5947958419/

Shoes get kicking !

These are my, can do shoes! My  not going to listen to you shoes!

My get up and go shoes! My stamp on and kick the shit out of the blues, shoes!

My ain’t gonna be be put on by you shoes! My skipping and dancing in the moonlight shoes.

My walking the righteous path shoes! my  who am I kidding shoes?

My kicking up a rumpus fetch me my compass shoes!

My who you looking at shoes, my cop an eye full of this shoes!

My ain’t behaving well shoes. My dancing on the ceiling enjoying every second shoes!

My in ya face, fall from grace shoes. My come and get me shoes,

My tiny winy skirt shoes! My delights are on offer shoes!

My need a thrill shoes,  my ones and twos shoes!

My I am bored shoes, my I want it now shoes!

My singing in the rain shoes, my apple pie up in the sky shoes!

My tipping the scales my way shoes, my light a candle say a prayer shoes!

My uppdido shoes, my yabbadabbado shoes!

My who am I kidding shoes, my I wish I was not such a wooze shoes!

My when is it my turn shoes? My fingers burned all hopes spurned shoes!

My bridges burnt shoes, my lessons learnt shoes!

My on my own shoes, my without a home shoes! My nothing left to loose shoes!

These are my I can beat you Cancer shoes, my watch it! your days are numbered shoes.

My, we have your measure Cancer shoes. My cut you out, kick you hard shoes,

My grind you into the floor shoes!!My laugh in your face shoes!!

My Cancer we will wipe  you out shoes, My, we will without  a doubt shoes!

MY WE ARE GONNA WIN SHOES!!!!

my red shoes.

Hi I am not sure is any of the above numbers are still live the clip is a year old … Of course it’s completely up to you it you to donate or not. I put this video up to catch your eyes and ears💜.

Here is an upto date sight to donate at.

Praying for Lauren and everyone else affected in any way.💜

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