Saturday Writing Update 29/04/2017

Hope this finds you well, been foolishly slow with the writing, but in good news I have been accepted on to a HE Teacher Training Course, so I’m very much looking forward to that!

There will be a short story coming mighty soon, and an extra one in May I think. 

On 8th May my wife and I are flying out to Canada for 6 weeks! It’s going to be amazing. We’ll be going to a ranch in Central Canada to ride horses and learn a few things first, and then over to some relatives in Vancouver for an adventure around there. Planning to either have cover for poetry to be posted, or continue writing and posting from over there. Either way it can’t be much more inconsistent than what you suffer normally – apologies!

Bells Of The Forest – Poem

Taken last week some morning I can’t recall which, but I think those are bluebells and whitebells (if someone knows otherwise please inform me!). Either way, the flower heads have often made me think of faerys/fairys, especially wearing them as hats.

Bells Of The Forest

Ringing through Spring morning tree-shade
In green grasses, beside the light,
The Blue and white bells, there they grow
– Content as hats for flitting fae.

Saturday Writing Update – 22/04/2017

Feeling that this writing-based-on-photo (must be a better term for it than that; in fact, there may be but this will have to do for now: Scribo Picturae¬†– I’ve put “writing a picture” through a Latin Google translate) lark had been going well I set myself the task of doing it one last time before the weekend, and then I went and got all sick – lovely. Not so distastrous as it could have been, but a few things have been missed or passed over; which is, naturally, frustrating. But ahva.

Fables, Depths, and Heights remains untouched I’m afraid – purely my own fault, not turning blame on to an illness for that one. The Elephant and The Nun is slowly forming in my mind and slowly on the paper also – satisfactory overall but no more than that. The next short story will either be Lucy’s Room, There Was A Wall, or Bacon and Eggs and Sausages (working title. Also why is bacon singular and plural when sausage has sausages to grow into?).

There may be a poem before midnight, if not you’ll see it Monday! Have a blessed Sunday all.

The Young Dragon And It’s Duty – Poem

Don’t worry! The smoke coming from the stump wasn’t by my hand, I happened to find it, and it was dealt with by two park workers. (Peckham Rye if anyone’s interested.)

At first I thought it was someone with an e-cigarette relaxing on the grass and I was going to sneak a picture because it looked quite cool, but then I found no person, but a discarded cigarette butt burning the rotten log! 

The poem below is about youth, discipline, stickability, and duty.

The Young Dragon And It’s Duty

The flame from a Southern Wyvern
Ashens the farmhand looking North,
For ferocious howling winds turn
The mind to wishing for the earth,
But simple burns the blaze of youth
Spent drying rotting stumps to death.

Still a blue and still a green grows;
Not a good leaf taken too soon,
Nor bad ones broken. And this shows
Young dragons must take care for whom
They fire a smoke upon – to end
A duty is a blessèd trend.