Mary and Jo Part 25

Today is the twenty fifth day of Advent, Christmas Day. I would like to re-run my take on the Nativity story. I first wrote this in 2011, in the style of prosetry

Irena got there first a huge smile on her face, she was so happy to be doing her real job, even if it was in a strange place. She could not believe the sight that met her eyes, there was a cat and a dog and the lady from up the way and doves covered the skies.
Well she thought we can’t move her now she will have to give birth here in the gazebo! It felt so good to be wearing her blues again, Jo was flapping quietly rubbing Mares’ back pretending he was in control…. but that was all in vain!


Annya arrived she almost hurdling the bushes, how are things going she asked Irena, who smiled replied you have made it in time for the pushes. So between the four of them a little babe was born. It was strange it took all night but some how it did not not seem long
Mares seemed so calm , in fact she was serene, Annya was amazed and told Irena for a “first time mum” she was the calmest she’d ever seen. There seemed to be so many people there,angels people later said, with golden flowing hair and bright rings around their heads.
The pets from up the road and the lady too, and some shepherds arrived with their sheep they all wanted to be there too. It all seemed so surreal Oh! was it a dream.Here in the gazebo with doves and sheep and things!! The star above the hotel began to burn so bright it turned the scented garden and gazebo into a haven of light.


And so the babe is born. This the first day of the new dawn. This child has come to lead the way to take us to a better day.
The shepherds brought their sheep as gifts to the young king and his parents in love to keep. Josh has bought his friendship band he placed it in the baby’s hand. The children offered up the paper chains they had made with Mares and she in turn has kissed them all and blew away their cares.
On their way towards the hotel Delph in a limousine our three wise men are approaching fast they want to warn Jo again and fast.
But for now all is light and all is love as the star shines down from heaven above, born for us this day our saviour to wash our sins away.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday Birth/ Berth

Today not long after her Birth we visited the Queen Elizabeth Aircraft Carrier . She, all ships are referred to as she, was in her Berth at Portsmouth Naval Docks. 

She is huge!

Here she is in the same photo as Admiral Nelson’s ship Victory.

A hazy view of here across the water to the right of the Spinnaker taken from Porchester Castle.

Why are ships called she? 

Sailors like to think of their boats as female. They, the ships, take care of thrm and they, the sailors do work for them. Women sailors, seem to like the idea of their vessels as female. 

Writespiration#112. 52 Weeks in 52 Words. Week 16. Backwards.

That tormentor Sacha Black has set us an almost impossible task this week . Our theme is Backwards. BUT, in addition to that, Sacha wants us to write our story backwards…!

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So this is my entry, Backwards Birth.

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Backwards he landed in the midwife’s hands. The light hit his eyes as he escaped the tight dark channel. The struggling went on for hours  he felt that he just had to move or choke. He awoke from his sleep to find his safe place was actually trying to push him out.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #102 Birth&Cheer

Happy  Birthday  Ronovan !

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This  week  apart  from it  being  Ronovan’s Birthday  the  two  words  for  the  prompt  are Birth&Cheer.

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Birth of the summer

The longest day, shortest night

Drink to Winters Cheer

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Now be of  good cheer

The birth of our  host is here

Now is  the Soltice

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After the long drought

Up went a carousing cheer

New birth at last here

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Wordless Wednesday! Nativity

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The Newbie has arrived

I have become a Grandma , OH! what can I say

A miricle has happend  a new generation born today.

Of  my blood’s blood is  born a boy

A beautiful ,wonderful   bundle of joy

My  boy has  come of age he has become a man

There are not words enough to say how happy I am.

 

Today our son and his wife have given us the most precious gift, new life. The little Newbie I have spoken of for the last nine months.

There are not words special enough to express how happy  and grateful that we feel.

Thank you all for baring  with me. I have one piece  of advice for them , words I hope I have fullfilled. 

 

EvDaDaDec : Nativity

He  burned  bright  he burned high

His  arrival en-blazoned  in the sky.

He had but  a short time on this earth

For  some  reason  he decided mankind  had worth

 

She  was  modest she was pure

All who knew her of  this were sure.

She  was gentle and she was fair

Where ere she walk  goodness filled  the air

 

The quiet  young man at  her  side

Had  believed her  when she  had cried.

The  stranger  who  he  had met on his way

Had  convinced him of her truth that day.

 

To Nazareth for the census count

The girl pregnant with a donkey  for her mount.

In  those  days  you not ring  ahead

So not one inn had  for them a bed.

 

Finally  as her time grew near

An innkeeper  took pity on Our lady  dear.

No room  but  the stable dark  and damp

His  wife  found  blankets and a lamp.

 

I wander if the good wife  stayed

To  help   help the tired  and frightened maid

I’d  like to think  so, so  the young  couple  were not alone

For it would of been very  scary unaided  so far from home.

 

There was love and magic and light from somewhere, all around

Birth though a natural act is tough but somehow in it a miracle can  be found.

The light  draws people in  to see the new born child

There in a manger swaddled  tight,  loved  by  his mother mild.

 

He  burned  bright  he burned high

His  arrival en-blazoned  in the sky.

He had but  a short time on this earth

For  some  reason  he decided mankind  had worth

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Gate Keepers:5

Slowly  shrinking, the horizon falls, as the first light shows off it’s starkness.

The boiling new born sea all fresh and wide eyed watches the first  dawn’s brightness.

All seems safe and brightly lit when of a sudden the sea and sky turn grey.

Boiling rain begins to fall , and screaming at the horrors of  it’s bloody birth this world begins it’s first day.

At first, the sound , a droning  was not upon the ears a threat.

Louder it became slowly encompassing all capturing  as in a net.

Crawling, across the ground, the horrors advanced across the virgin soil

The gate keepers could only watch and despair  at the beginning of their toil.

The faint humming became a drumming louder, louder ever coming

It set the gate keepers feet to fearful running, running.

They fled, they ran , useless though, they were perused becoming sought

They fled like rats from water , faster faster …………. no use before they started they were as good as caught.

NaPoWriMo, Day 30. Death Again, Birth No More

NapoWriMo Day30.  Today’s prompt is to  find a shortish poem that you like, and rewrite each line, replacing each word (or as many words as you can) with words that mean the opposite. For example, you might turn “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” to “I won’t contrast you with a winter’s night.

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I chose a poem on death by Mark R Slaughter, his name and the name of the poem intrigued .

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It’s Death Again

It’s Death again – He’s always there –
Watching, waiting – e’er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood –
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he’ll never go.
The adamant phantom; don’t you know
He will but wait until it’s time
For me to hear His fateful chime? –
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: ‘You’re next, it has to be…’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 200

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Birth No More

 

 

It is not birth firstly – she is never here

Not looking or waiting – no  not even looking

Never do I look back

Or do not reach to push the wall, seeing

I let go no sight of a clean head

A huge clue to where he fled

The dull of darkness that let fall the scythe

Maybe not, I could charge a tithe

But O! Such use she will always stay

The unsure person we all know

She will not wait until it is late

For you to not hear her nondescript murmur

The silence that doesn’t claim my past

To not say,  “your not next , it doesn’t need to be”

 

 

Day 11 NaPoWriMo… Tanka : New Birth

Day 11 NaPoWriMo : Today’s prompt is write a Tanka , ( poem of five lines or five line stanza working on syllables, with the pattern being 5-7-5-7-7.) I dug into my own memories for these three Tanka on new life. 

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New Birth

Pain,such awful pain

Silence broken by a cry

Gut wrenching raw fear

A weak  cry such joy to hear

Awaited  child at long last here.

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Silence what is wrong

Should he be blue, panicked ask

heaving, oxygen mask

Glass case wires and tubes please God

Keep him safe we love him

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Bright sun but cold wind

Snug in a multicoloured shawl

Proud smile hides the nerves

Safely homeward bound at last

Into the future, not lost.

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