Twittering Tale #40 – 11 July 2017

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This is  my  entry  for  this week’s prompt  for  Twittering  Tales  from Kat Myrman   of Like Mercury Colliding

recordplay

On repeat, Dandelion ran through my head. It accompanied, homework, tears, joy and growing up. The red & grey Dansette record player.

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Song Lyric Sunday : Your Father and I

This  part  of  Song Lyric  Sunday  from   Helen Espinosa

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Now  I love  Beautiful  South  because  they  write  about  real life. This  particular  song is  about  how  an  embittered  wife  see’s  the  conception  of  her  son  in  a totally  different  light  to , laddish  husband  who  seems  to be looking  at  things  through  rose  coloured  glasses  while  his  wife   most definitely  has  no  such  blinkers on! It  is  a great  story   and  the video  is  brilliantly  made ! This  is  my  first  entry  to  this  challenge  so  I hopen  I  have  gone  about  this  correctly!

I  give you : YOUR FATHER  AND I  , BY  BEAUTIFUL SOUTH.

It was the middle of winter
And I drove us in my car
Well, the snow started fallin’
So we stopped off at a bar

When the beer jugs started flowin’
And your mother and I took the floor
But by the last dance we were tired
So I booked a room next door

So if anyone asks you
“If you come from heaven above”
You’re from a one star motel
With a five star passionate love

It was a hot summers day
(Hey, hey)
And we drove there in our car
And your father was thirsty
So we had to find a bar

Well he wouldn’t stop drinking
And he couldn’t stand on his feet
We had to walk to a hotel
And book ourselves into a suite

So if the teacher asks you
“Are you from heaven or are you from hell?”
You’re from a one star drunken screw
In a one star motel

Yes, if the teacher asks you
“Are you from heaven or are you from hell?”
You’re from a pitch black toilet
In a highway Taco Bell

I’ll remember the birth
For the rest of my time on this land
You’re mother’s sweating buckets
And me holdin’ onto her hand

Well your father was absent
He claimed he couldn’t find the ward
Just tugging on mescal
Trying to eat the umbilical cord

So if anyone asks you
“Do you know where you’re from?”, say, “Yes”
You’re from your mother’s womb
And your father’s stinking breath

And if they ask you, how you got here?
(Hey)
Tell ’em just what it took
(Hey)
Your father’s stinking breath
(Hey)
And your mother’s stinking mood

Your father and I won’t tell the whole truth
Your father and I won’t tell the truth
Your father and I won’t tell the whole truth
Your father and I won’t tell the truth
Your father and I won’t tell the whole truth
Your father and I won’t tell the truth
Won’t tell the truth

Aha, hey
Aha, aha
(Hey, hey)
Na na na na na na na na
(Hey, hey)

Your father and I won’t tell the whole truth
Your father and I won’t tell the truth
Your father and I won’t tell the whole truth
(Hey)
Your father and I won’t tell the truth
Your father and I won’t tell the whole truth
Your father and I won’t tell the truth
Your father and I won’t tell the whole truth
Your father and I

Songwriters
HEATON, PAUL / ROTHERAY, DAVE

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They have ships with souls

what am I to do

Here am I what do I do, I now have to face the rest of my life without you. Lost and forgotten on Io’s plains tired and fearful forced to face my fate again.

Jayden  reminded me that I can no longer hide the  gift of sight I am duty bound to save my race from it’s yet unknown plight.

I do not want this heavy burden I do not want to carry the extra weight. I preferred my life with Lars, I was hidden, safe my happiness on a plate. But no more to feel his burning touch now he is dead,  fear sized me it was just too much.

When a child still, the first dreams came of how the machines would come and invade man’s domain. The huge space ships  that had  thinking souls that came by night and devoured planets whole! They showed no mercy, man woman or child if they stood in the machine’s path they would be left on the ground a corpse sucked dry and left cold.

They told me, the old one’s, that I thought too much and that it was unworldly to talk of such. Then Lars came into my life, he understood my dreams he did not shun away he took me for his wife. He understood from what I said, that he had taken on my path and he would walk with me until he was dead.

We stood together out on the Rim  he helped to hide my secret gift of sight from kit and kin. He recruited a  fleet of ships and men, on my word,  for I foresaw the armada of ships upon their way our planets to lay waist and us to slay.

the ships with souls

We kept watch both day and night our fleet was ready at moments notice to take flight.

And so tonight in Jayden’s room I sit and share a beer she is my best friend but she is not Lars I fear. In my minds eye I see the ships amassing beyond the Rim and I know I must convince Lars’es  men I can lead as well as him.

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This is the Fifth instalment in a story set in the future. Here is episode one  https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/12/28/he-fights-beyond-io/

and episode two. https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/12/30/i-saw-i-aw-him-crash-and-burn/   and episode three https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/03/21/the-edge-of-enternity-on-io/ episode four  https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2012/03/22/the-path-starts-on-io/

Mary and Jo part 2

the stranger with strange news

Mares looked so comfy asleep upon the couch the lady in reception smiled and told them let her rest she would close her eyes to this and make a rare exception.

The security guard said to Jo let’s let the lady rest I’ll show you my room I think that is for the best. The two of them went through the door that was marked with “Staff” and when Jo was shown the the room he was so relieved he laughed.

It was not very big  but it was cosy and clean there was a big sofa, a TV, a fridge and a washing machine. The security man’s name was David, Jo learned when they introduced themselves. He told Jo to make himself at home and help himself to any of the DVDs on the shelf.

Left alone Jo took some time to collect his thoughts, the strange events of the last few months that had bought them to this point. It all began when he  met this stranger in his local bar, the guy’s name was Gabriel and he had come from afar. He seemed to know Mares very well and spoke highly of her he asked Jo to listen to the facts he had to tell.

Now Gabriel had told Jo that Mares was expecting a baby and that he, Jo, was going to take her on as she was a special lady. Jo was rather shocked at what he was hearing, the baby was not his so why should he be caring? Gabriel told Jo don’t make a rash decision this child will be the son of God as foretold in a vision.

The government, Gabriel said,would demand a census and everyone had to return to their town of birth and that no matter what they did Bethlehem would see this baby’s birth. Why him Jo had asked, okay he knew and liked the girl but he was not sure if he was ready or even up to the task. Gabriel said not to worry and that all would be well and there you though Jo with a rye smile for now there was no more to tell.

Wednesday Poetry Challenge #3 October 26, 2011

Wednesday Poetry Challenge #3

Eliza and her brothers

October 26, 2011
PART 1 WILD SWANS WITH 127 WORDS CHANGED  (FROM MY ORIGINAL POEM)

Each winter our little swallows sing before

flying off to the land of a fortunately blessed king.

Ten plus one sons all handsome and true

He also had a beautiful daughter too.

The sons went to study every day with pride

A bright sparkling star on their chest and a sword by their sides.

The Princes proudly wore their fine baring for everyone to see, they worked with pencils of pure gold

They were truly erudite, always completely learned by rote all that they read and were told.

The Princes, little Eliza fair happily sat all and every day on a clear glass chair.

She owned for the ransom of half a kingdom such a  picture book to rest her eyes on.

Happy and gay these lucky children their lives filled with love and such joys they had.

Good times don’t last forever; their father took for his queen a woman who was bad.

The new queen wanted their father for herself alone. So the children were no longer welcome in their home.

The children were enjoying games as the wedding guests arrived

Enviously watching the meal, which they had cruelly been denied.

They were unaccustomed to feeling hungry or pushed aside

Their father didn’t notice, being too wrapped up in his bride.

Shocked the children found it difficult to believe a cup of sand was all they’d received.

They were ordered, make the best of things and pretend it was delicious food and just to make believe.

The queen who was black hearted, did not want Eliza fair, so her fine life she took from her.

Away into the country, far from the palace, she gave Eliza to a peasant and his wife.

Helped by her evil tongue she whispered in the king’s ear darkening the princes names.

The king began to ignore his sons, forget them, he no longer joined them in their games.

The queen being impatient with the princes soon insisted they go away

And make their own lives in the world. She did not want them there one more day.

“Go, grow feathers and take flight and you shall all be mute.”

Things did not go as she planned because as they went they turned to her in salute

They were handsome, strong white swans they circled the castle and then

Disappeared away off to the woods.

PART 2 WILD SWANS (PART OF) POEM IN 187 WORDS.

the wicked Queen

Long ago where the swallows winter

There lived a happy and contended king who had all he could ask for.

Eleven sons and a daughter but he lacked a queen.

His sons were all hansom and they work hard a school

With golden pens and books to read they were never fools.

Eliza had a throne made of sparkling glass she

She owned a book the price too much to ask.

One day the king  met a beautiful woman he wanted in his life.

She did not like his children but the king was wealthy so she desired to be his wife.

The children had been happy and worked hard at school.

But the wicked woman starved them and was very cruel.

Not even did she let them feed at the wedding feast.

She set their father against them with black lies she whispered in his ears

She banished Eliza to a peasant farm, the black queen did many wrongs.

And put a curse on her brothers and turned them into mute swans.

They flew away from the castle and off to the woods to find Elisa.

PART 3 WILD SWANS (PART OF) POEM WITH 62 WORDS CHANGED.

the once happy home

Long past where the birds migrate

There was a loving and kind ruler, he owned everything you could ask for.

Eleven boys and a girl yet he missed his wife.

His sons were very hansom and they studied long at school

With golden pens and books to read they were not fools.

Eliza had a seat cast in clear glass

She had a tomb the cost too much to ask.

One morning the king chanced upon a beautiful woman he wanted in his life.

She did not want his children but the king was really rich and she wanted to be his wife.

The family had been idyllic and worked hard at school.

Yet the wicked woman hated them and was really cruel.

Not even did she allowed them to enjoy the wedding feast.

She set their father against them with lies she whispered in his ears

She hid Eliza on a peasant farm, the woman did many wrongs.

She laid a curse on the brothers and magiced them into white swans.

They took off from the ramparts and away to search for their sister Eliza

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Future and past , will it happen again?

San Gimignano

sun or a trick of the light?

Sitting quietly on the ramparts of the castle fingering the necklace around  my neck. My lovely family heirloom gold and green so glad I put it on this morning before we took this trek.

We had taken this trip to Italy, my husbands gift to me,  a thank you the little life that is growing inside of me.

Now do you remember the tale I told before of how I met my namesake  from hundreds of years before.

Yes it was back in England on my family’s estate, don’t get the wrong impression we have nothing but debt upon our plate. I had been spending too much time on the internet working on my family tree,it had started as a bet. Something strange had happened on a picnic with some friends. I had somehow slipped through time and met my ancestor who even shared my name we both recognized each other as we both looked just the same.

Carmel had seen my necklace she had wanted it at once, I had of course let her see it. The light in her eyes as she looked at the green stone set in gold showed me how much she loved my necklace. I let her examine it and she seemed to think it had been made at a place near by, which at the time had made me smile.

At the end of our time together as I stepped back almost into my time I saw her husband , a knight true and proud. He had bought her a the present of a necklace, the image of mine. He had bought her the present because she was expecting a baby.

It was all so strange because I too that same day had discovered I was pregnant. Here I was sitting the Tuscan sun day dreaming thinking back to that day. I just felt I was about to slip through time again I had that luscious warm feeling of time sun and being, melding. Then just as I was about to slip through time I could just see some figures coming towards me.

When “Come on dreamy head I am taking you to lunch! ” Oh! well I thought what ever that was it will have to wait.

The two stories this is connected to can be found at  The first at

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/09/14/571/

and the second part at

https://willowdot21.wordpress.com/2011/09/15/581/

what is to come?

When past meets the future

Ever since my mother handed  me, what we laughingly called the family jewels, I have been obsessed with its history what went before. Was it a history of wise men or of fools. As soon as it was placed into my hand I became its keeper and I felt my life and its history became laced entwined the same.

I sit here at my computer working late I lean back to ease my spine. Suddenly I see a flash of a woman working at her embroidery her stance the same as mine. I am intrigued, in truth I need to know who is                     this woman and why does she haunt me so.

My friends are all complaining , they ring me all the time. Urging me to join them they do not understand. My time just now is not mine. I have to find her, I have to know, her life is linked with mine the family tree tells me so. Hours I have spent researching the 16th century and it has paid off as there is so much of our family to see.

Carmel, she even had my name and her husband was a mighty lord, a knight of some renown. He was a fair man and ruled with kindness his domain. I found a painting of them upon the ramparts high.He was handing her a necklace which looks like mine. A  fact you can’t deny. A look of joy  between them as they are set against the evening sky.

Okay, I give in, I really need some sleep the information will still be here tomorrow my search for knowledge will keep. Turning off the computer the painting the last thing I see I slink off to bed closing  the study door quietly.

Gently now don’t wake him he too has had a long day, and he will only chide me for staying up so late, he cares in his own way.I was so tired and quickly I slipped into the sleep of the just or was it the dead the thoughts of Carmel Athloe gentle floating about my head.

The sun was out as we arose, such a beautiful day, lets visit the Athloe castle,your namesake lets go, Mike said, lets go today. I was in the shower and could not believe my ears , he always teased me about that fact my family own the  the ruin but had not lived there in two hundred years.

A quick call round to friends and a picnic soon prepared. It felt good to be going there a chance to clear the air. The food the wine the company the sun and sea too was glorious and our friends all said  how lucky we were to own this spot I replied  that, that, was true.

As evening arrived I went up upon the ramparts high there I stood my back to the sea as I gazed towards the sky. Breeze came up , my hair began to fly then as I looked down about to jump from my place on the rampart I could not believe my eyes. For standing right in front of me was Carmel from the painting. The golden glow of evening seemed to slip away all was odd and all was changed every thing had gone grey.

We stood so close, we were so alike she gently touched my face and ask from whence I came we both told each other things that we could not explain. This gentle Carmel was besotted by me and my necklace too, it seemed irrelevant but I seemed to feel that very soon she would have one too. She was so gentle and and delicate in every way, then I remembered reading that she would soon have a child ,before I turned and left her I told her so and she smiled.

I hear Mike and the others calling, Carmel was smiling at me her husband drawing near I felt something inside me move, my heart beat moved up a gear.

All of a sudden I awoke to see Mike standing over me his eyes were full of fear. Oh! my God you frightened us why did you disappear we looked for you everywhere  and then we find you fainted here.

Again next morning I was up and out early I had a mission in mind I headed towards the chemist the answer to a little test I had to find. I guess I have the answer but I needed to see it and know that it was true. I think Carmel and I had something more in common, true…………….

When Future meets the past

The light was fading , my lord and I could no be sure but for an instant I saw a vision of a woman here on the ramparts her back to the shore. The skies were alive with evening colours gold, red and pink when suddenly all was grey and she was there I did not know what to think .

She was beautiful my lord the strangest sight I have ever seen. She wore the shortest gown, her hair jet black  and she had eyes of green. Her lips were blood red and she had colours about her eyes. Her cheeks sparkled with a glitter as she looked up to the skies.

Long , long shapely legs she had my lord , they were bare and golden. Her tunic, page like, fell off of her  shoulder I have never seen the like. Of a sudden she brought her gaze to me her eyes glared her nostrils flared as if she had had a fright. I did not know what to do, stand still or take flight.

Rooted to the spot we stood, my lord. Neither of us knowing what to do. At length she stepped down off of the rampart and crossed the space between us I could not move I had no strength. Our eyes met, we were of the same hight , are you real she asked of me, I am I said, flesh and blood but what of thee.

She touched my face and my black hair,my lord. We both laughed a nervous laugh, “why” she said “you are really here! ” I was rooted to the spot marvelling at the fact that we could be sisters our hair, our eyes, even our voices were the same. “Tell me,” I asked this strange woman “what is your name.” Carmel she told me I could not speak I needed to laugh again for as you know that is my given name.

“Where are my friends” she asked, my lord. I said I did not know. She seem agitated by my maids approach and said she needed to go. Please stay awhile I beseeched for I was spell bound and did not want to let her go. Where on earth am I she kept asking and spinning round and round. “Carmel” I said and steadied her gently with my hand “I need to asked you one thing more “, she stopped and smiled and looked at me whispered, anything.

I had to ask her, my lord because I just had to know. If she was married lady what was her maiden name , she told me she was single, what that is I do not know but the strangest thing is her name was just as ours.  Her name was Carmel Athloe. All of a sudden she asked me the year. 1511 I told her she asked me twice again she just saying “No way ” again and again.

I saw it , my lord, just before she left. Around her neck  in gold and emerald  necklace. I put my hand up to my neck my a necklace the like of such I would love to wear.We both uttered the same question as  we looked so alike and then of course we both shared our  name. She called that “a double strike.” I understood her not yet again.

Just as you came into view, my lord she was telling me she was from 2011 the good God knows what that is. Do you think sir she could of come from heaven. Then all at once she heard her friends call, you know I heard them too. In one swift move she was back upon the wall she waved to me and said I would be with child soon she also said my lord you would be over the moon??

She seemed to know, my lord, what I have not yet told even you. I am with child my lord I am I am it’s true. I am sure I knew her we both had the same name she knew about my our child my lord.

What news what news my lady dear I think you need to rest , I think your meeting a secret we shall keep, I think it for the best. How wonderful our child now you carry. Come with me  I have a gift for you I hope you will always wear. A golden chain with emerald ……….

the necklace

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