Thoughts from France: Lake Guerledan

Silence broken by lapping water

Prehistoric memories linger here

Wooden poles, you keep your secrets

We stand and wonder what you know.

How many people have you seen

As you have watched this lake

And hills covered in forrest green.

We stand here and our guesses make.

 The silence, broken voices from the lake

Canoes serenely gluiding by

Lac Du Guerledan, beauty true not fake

We stand  betwixt your waters and sky .

One Liner Wednesday.

I’m an optimist, but an optimist who carries a raincoat.

Harold Wilson

Rules  and  Pingback

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Tale of two cities …………..

RomeThe  siren’s  of  the police car, ambulance  and  fire engine

Soundtrack of  the  city of Colosseum and  Column  of Trajan

Above  the  noise  and  tumult  history  is  screaming  to be heard

Yet  well shod  feet  and  fashion bodies  hear  not  a  single  word.

 

The  River  wends its  way past  the  Eye and  Big Ben

Towers, White  and  Bloody, a gate  receives Traitors  again

Bridges, parks  and monuments  down Pudding lane

Ghosts and  memories  cry  to be  seen again.

 

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The Chateau’s Lament.

Today  we  visited  the  most  beautiful  Chateau, the  grounds  were open  to  the  public  and  were  beautiful  too yet  we  were  the  only  people there.

The   family  still  live  there  though  not in the  Chateau .  The  Chateau  was  closed up  and  empty and it  was  such  a sad  sight  to  see  such  an  amazing  building,  centuries  old  and  full of  history  left  empty.

It  made  me  so  sad to  think of  the  cold  and  the  damp  eating  away  at  this  beautiful place. It  put  me in  mind  of  a  poem  I  wrote  a  couple of  years  back  about  a  derelict house . So I  have  revamped  it  a  little  to  fit  how I  felt  today.

I understand  that  the  upkeep  of  a Chateau  like  this  would  be phenomenal  but  there must  be  grants  and people  would  flock  to  see it  and pay. Anyway  just my  thoughts.

Original poem if  you are interested.

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CHATEAU’S LAMENT

unnamed (38)I was not always as you see me now, decaying  old ready to take a final bow.

I was beautiful tall and strong , a stable bet to set your life upon.

It is cold at night and the wind finds my every crack

I tremble and shudder now as the  memories of  the past flood back

I brace myself against nature’s  worst even lightening  and thunder

Each day that passes the fact I still stand here  is a wonder.
The chime of doorbells as they’d ring.I used to hear the children sing ,

Families living in me weaving their life

As I stood there for them strong in their joys and strife.

I have seen babies born and babies die,

Mothers grieving, husbands turning a blind eye.

 

Birthdays, marriages, divorces all old hat, kingly men happy in  a mistress’s care

Evil bastards who knock their women flat or  plot intrigues on the stair,

Countesses turning  a blind eye, pushed  down until they lose all hope

Weighted down with  money worries and too many children to cope.

 

The birds are now happy in my rafters

Their cooing fills my rooms instead of laughter ,

It is still a happy sound not unlike the sound

Of children playing here there  and  all around.

 

At night I imagine lovers climb through my open doors

Like  days gone by when they made love upon my carpeted floors

For them I was  their beautiful  meeting place ,

For whatever reason they may have to hide their face.

 

 

I am decaying crumbling away

I do not want to go yet I want to stay.

Try me out I could be the best deal for you

If you build me up I shall protect you true.

I could be the canvas to build your life upon.

I could be rebuilt, decorated and glazed I could dance again to people’s throng

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One Liner Wednesday: En français et en anglais

Si vous me donnez six lignes écrites de la main de la plus honnête des hommes , je vais trouver quelque chose en eux qui le pendre .

If you give me six lines written by the hand of the most honest of men, I will find something in them which will hang him.

Cardinal  Richelieu :1585 – 1642.

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This  is  part  of  Linda’GHill‘s One Liner  Wednesday. Here is  the Pingback

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As with Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS), if you see a ping back from someone else in my comment section, click and have a read. It’s bound to be short and sweet.

Unlike SoCS, this is not a prompt so there’s no need to stick to the same “theme.”

The rules that I’ve made for myself (but don’t always follow) for “One-Liner Wednesday” are:

1. Make it one sentence.

2. Make it either funny or inspirational.

3. Use the tag #1lineWed for more exposure.

Have fun!

Monday Came.

Monday came in  in  bright  and  blustery  with rain

Up late  because  sleep  was late  in  coming  again

Croissants hot  and  jammy  for  breakfast with  hot  coffee

The rain  stopped  and out  we  went  to  see  what  we  could  see.

 

Through  villages with  narrow  streets and old  ladies  shopping

Along  roads  so  long  and  straight it  had our  eyes  apopping!

Finally we reached  the Chateau   with  river running by

And  town below. We looked  around  and  time did  fly.

 

Rooms  full of  dead  animals  and  weapons, not  to our taste

Birds of prey, Deer, Elk, and  now extinct wolves, such a  waste.

Moving  swiftly on  we  find  better  rooms with  paintings

History  telling  it’s  story a family  going  back  down the years.

 

When  we finish  we  walk around  the  little  town

Searching  through nooks and crannies of  streets up  and down.

We returned after we had  seen all there  was  to  see

To  our haven  just in  time  for tea!

 

 

Dancing Light

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Light Fractals

Rainbow  prisms dance upon  the  floor

Light through coloured  glass does  pour

Reds and  yellows blues  and  green

The  most beautiful sight  ever seen.

 

Fractals  of  light  playing  in this holy  space

So  many  feet  have  trod  this way  pace  by  pace

Holymen,pilgrims and  those  who fell from grace.

Tiptoe  through  the  shades and leave no trace.

 

Colosseum Musings.

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Smell the fear

The Christian

Smell the noise hear the fear
All around the ghosts are here.
Walking round in baking sun
Even now I feel the evil done.

Deep under the arena it must of been like hell.
Animal and humans taste the smell.
Hear the wails of those who cannot cope.
The dead and dying lost all hope.

From the dungeon depths out into the sun.
Blinded by the light deafened by the crowd.
They feel anguish their trial is begun.
The animal approaches the audience roars out loud.

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The Gladiator

Beads of hot sweat blind his eyes
Fight he must not die
Alone in the dark he cries.

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The Colosseum

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Echoes of history show the way
Leading us back to a long ago day.
What horrors took place right here
Blood, agony man against man or beast in fear.

Yet looking around at the world today
Have we really improved? I can’t say.
But the sun is glorious let’s lighten the mood.
I am starving time for food?

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Not the A to Z April Challenge : Fortress

From ancient  times upon the tall hill

The  fortress stood  and remains still

Many  have  said  that  fairies dwell

Hidden but casting  spells

Ghosts  within there dwell

Dreams enough to fill

The fortress still

You could fall

Under the

Spell

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