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A fridge in my head Crazy I know But come, assemble here Inside my ear And hear The noise, the din A motorised spin A squealing violin Yellin’ yellin’ Give me strength, a way out of this Free me please Of this frigidaire hiss

This story is as a result of a prompt with my writer friends. The prompt was Don’t Marry The Fly Don’t Marry The Fly It’s that time again.  ‘Go on,’ says the spider, ‘just a little more.  Grab onto that plug of hair, and you’ll soon be up.’  Ugh, phew, ugh, nearly there, squeeze.  TwoContinue reading “Don’t Marry The Fly”

I dream words. They fall like the fleeting snow. White flakes falling, landing, melting, and then I’m alone, searching, searching. My lips are silent, my heart is still, but the words drift towards me. Jiggle. Heap up. Learning, I’m learning. The words untangle, free my tongue. Let me share my light, my hope. Healing, healingContinue reading “I Dream Words”

Try to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen life was slow and oh so mellowTry to remember the kind of SeptemberWhen grass was green and grain was yellow I’m in the now.  The present tense, in present time.  My time.  Life, take me back to another time, where only he matters.  Life on earth matters.  TheContinue reading “Fire of September”

An example of Ekphrasis, I hope. A poem inspired by this picture. Yayoi Kusama – Yellow Pumpkin – Naoshima Island, Japan Pear shaped, but squatter, a thick bent stem Incongruous, decorous, swollen bellied fruit or veg, it’s on the edge of the quay waiting on a navy boat to set it afloat into the pristineContinue reading “Dotty Yellow Pumpkin”

Furloughed furrowed forgotten or burrowed   told but to wait, only a few weeks more              what’s that you say, am I ordered to stay       do you need me back to empty the store?               am I encouraged, enraged, or engaged                     in this last fell swoop, selling trews, red shoes     jumpers, winter coats,Continue reading “Gie’s a Job”

To the Lighthouse lilted Virginia Woolf in a beautiful narrative first published in 1927.  Many hearts have beat and slowed and stopped since then.  I have a heart which loves many things, people and their inspiration, unhinged and let loose, it lives.  Another bright light in the world of literature is Muriel Spark, a ScottishContinue reading “Follow The Light”

Like some are asexual, you can call me apolitical, having buried my frivolous little head in the sand for many years.  Politics, legislation, philosophies are well under my radar, swept under a carpet of fun, tomfoolery, laughter and musical gaiety and talking.  I love talking and listening.  Listening to Left-wingers, right wingers or flip-floppers isn’tContinue reading “Highland Gaels”

Free by Lighthouse Family I wish I could say all the things that I should saySay ’em loud say ’em clearFor the whole wide world to hear I wish I could shareAll the love that’s in my heartRemove all the bars that keep us apartAnd I wish you could know how it feels to beContinue reading “Loud and Clear”

It’s a bright autumn day.  Quivering leaves of orange, beige and brown blaze a trail from my new friend Georgia’s front door.  I stand at her ceiling to floor window, my reflection gawping, like someone deranged.  How did she get those windows so clean?  I mean really.  Everything’s on display.  A fifty-inch TV, laptop, MingContinue reading “I Should Have Checked”