Sunday, December 19, 2010
I like writing poetry, always have but I don't broadcast it about and only a select few know, or at least they did!
Three years ago in a moment of madness I entered a poem for a WI competiton, just for fun really and it won!
So suddenly the whole of my institute knew I wrote poetry.
One of the ladies, Sylvia, was very enthusiastic about it and printed me a lovely copy off from her computer, it was all decorated up and laminated.
On top of this she began calling me the village 'Poet Laureate'.
That Christmas, very tongure in cheek, I wrote her a little poem called 'The Fairy's Lament' which I put inside a Christmas card and posted through her door.
She apparently read the poem out to her family over Christmas lunch where it went down very well.
The next year I wrote a sequel, 'The Fairy's Lament-Part Two', which also went down well and last year it was 'The Fairy's Lament-Part Three'.
Very sadly Sylvia died this year so I won't be able to write any more happy little ditties to slip through her letterbox.
As a tribute to her I'm going to write the three I did produce here.....I hope you enjoy them.
The Fairy's Lament.
You wouldn't want to be a fairy, it's really ill-begotten
Sitting on a Christmas tree with a spike right up your bottom.
They leave me here a week or more, pointing to the skies,
With Christmas lights that wink and blink and nearly blind my eyes.
I'm always in a corner. I rarely see the telly.
They never offer any food. I've got an empty belly.
So if you have a Christmas wish. Please, be very wary.
You really wouldn't want to be a much maligned old fairy!
The Fairy's Lament-Part Two.
Remember last Christmas, the warning I gave?
Well I hope you thought to take heed.
'Cos I'm up here again on the top of this tree
And quite frankly, there's really no need.
They could have a star. A big golden affair.
Or silver. I don't really care.
Either would do and look just as good
As long as the branch wasn't bare.
I could sit at my ease while festivities passed.
Watch telly. Be comfy and calm.
Sample the fare, pull crackers, play games,
Get tiddly! Well, where's the harm?
If they thought about it they'd see that I'm right.
It's a long time--mid December until the twelfth night
And I'm getting old, a bit long in the tooth.
Not halfway as chipper as I was in my youth.
It's a pain to have branches poked up your flue.
Oh! I give up. Merry Christmas to you.
The Fairy's Lament-Part Three.
It's that time again and here I am
Back up this flipping tree.
I thought by now somebody might
Have taken pity on me.
You must be all hard hearted
That's all that I can say.
You eat and drink and merry make
Especially Christmas day.
You never even give a thought
About the fairy's plight.
We're Christmas, that's just how it is.
We live it day and night.
I know we look fantastic
Sat up here looking great
But fairy nerves are fraying
At an exhausting rate.
I really think the time has come
To change the way things are.
Please spare our blushes from now on
And buy a ruddy star!!
Happy Christmas Sparkers and all the best for 2011.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
I've been sitting this morning writing my Christmas cards.
Snuggled by the fire I spread them out around me, looking at the pictures and reading the verses.
Perusing through the list of recipients names from last year made me think of all the people I'd written down on it.
It has an order to it, a priority.
Family first, starting with the nearest and dearest and going right down to much loved distant aunts, uncles and cousins. Some we hardly ever see except in photographs but keep in touch with through letters, 'phone calls and e-mails while others are a big part of everyday life.
Then it's the dearest of friends, followed by work colleagues and acquaintances who enter our lives briefly but live on in our thoughts.
Things have changed since last year too.....a few names are missing.
Elderly relatives who've had a good, long life and a young man who succumbed to illness. There's also a marriage split needing two cards now instead of the usual one and new names to add as a baby was born and a marriage occurred.
Addresses have changed too, some to more exotic places, others closer to home and roots.
Each person pops into my mind as I choose a card, remembering the little things they like or do, picking a card to suit their personalities.....you know, Auntie Wynne likes cats so I choose one with a kitten in a Christmas stocking and cousin Jane loves skiing so she gets a brightly suited skier whizzing down a mountain, or I choose a Christmas scenes for a family's first Christmas together.
Treasured memories crowd into my mind of wonderful or not so wonderful holidays, happy days out and the joys of childhood as I write the cards sending love and best wishes winging across the miles.
It's a sobering thought to see so much of my life tied up together on a single sheet of paper.
Thursday, November 25, 2010
We awoke to a white world this morning after overnight snow. It was forecast up to four inches but we managed about two.
The garden looks beautiful and is filled with birds squabbling to get on the feeders.
There are chaffinch, goldfinch, greenfinch, long tailed tits, robin, bluetits, great tits, starlings and blackbirds together with woodpigeon, collared doves and jackdaws and one lone wren.
I always think a snowfall's kind to all, it makes everyone's garden look as nice as it's neighbour whether it's a mess of weeds or not but the birds have churned the lawn up covering it with little arrow shapes from their footfall.
It's registering 2 degrees below on the outside thermometer but the sun's appeared and is casting a golden glow on things so it won't be long before things start to drip.
DH had to de-ice the car to go to work, it obviously froze before it snowed as when he'd scraped all the snow off the windows were frozen solid.....cue the kettle of warm water!
The school bus didn't arrive to take the village senior school children to the town, they waited around twentyfive minutes before sloping off home again. They've been told to wait that long and if a bus doesn't arrive then it's ok to go home, we have hills in and out of the village which makes for a precarious run for a double decker bus.
The nursery and primary school in the village is open so there'll be some 'it's not fair's' when they get back home to elder brothers and sisters who've had a school free day!
I've cleared the paths front and back and made a path to the shed and bird feeders, I'm glowing from the cold and feel energised...lol...sort of like those little bunnies in the battery adverts!! I just thought I'd post my Spark as my computer has been poorly again and I've just got back online again after another week of missing everyone and then I'm ready for a nice hot bowl of homemade butternut squash, carrot and onion soup with a hunk of wholemeal bread....yummy!
View through the kitchen window
sunlight highlights the roof tops
sunlight makes the ash tree shimmer with a golden glow
'Nanook of the North' attempting to clear the car ready to go to work
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