Well Matured

My mum was 18 (again!) yesterday

Knowing how she didn’t want anyone to know she was 80 last year (her friends all thought she was much younger and she didn’t want to disillusion them) we reversed the candles on the cake and there you have it – childish glee … but the camera angle kind of gives the secret away doesn’t it?
Well Matured

Party Spirit

Glimpsed from a car, a group of revellers
party there on the green.
An abundance of teenagers turn to
look as I approach from
the camouflage of the hedged tennis courts.
And I do come armed
with an apology… and sweets… and drinks
for the party-goers.
I am greeted with a hug and I leave
with a tear-draped eye and
an awareness of how fragile life is.
Birthday celebration.
For one who is no longer around to
celebrate it herself.

Image:http://www.crocus.co.uk/plants/_/myosotis-sylvatica/classid.2000018820/forget me not

Buzzled

Little furry buzzy bee
I saw you immobilized
There by the French doors and I
Thought I may be able to
Revive you with a little
Sugar water – I do hope
I didn’t drown you instead…

Buzzy Bee

Silver

We dance and clap and cheer and gaze in wonder as rainbow-coloured globes drift…no fling, themselves on kamikaze missions across the field. How quickly, quickly the bubbles burst – sending droplets of moisture to cool the sun-scorched skin. Hands reach up to aid them on their quest as the sun sinks lower behind the stage and clouds gather to herald the fast approaching twilight.

A sudden chill descends on bare shoulders but soon muffled in windcheaters, sweatshirts and hastily snatched up picnic rugs, the revellers kick up their heels and do the Can Can – audience participation taken to new heights when told to all jump as one on the count of four… we leap and sing until we are hoarse, then exhausted from chilling out in the brisk country air, we retire to our cocoa at the unholy hour of just past eight. Decadence reigns amongst the silvering heads of legions of former New Romantics and New Wavers and Ska and Punk aficionados.

Next year we vow to be be donning fancy dress like many others, but for this year we came as we are now and not as we once were. Celebrating the past is good as long as we live for today and value our wisdom in recognising that an era past has given us older and wiser heads to nod and smile with.

Maybe.

bubble

Creek

Creek

Holes and rust have appeared
On this middle-aged body.
A relatively few
Decades ago I would
have been long past the age
Of that never-ending
Slumber.
This reminds me that I
Should unfurl my sails and
Seek out new seas and shores,
And uncharted rivers
That beckon a still-inquiring mind.

My doctor says that
I should take it easy.
I think that I have
Long enough.

Elysium Illuminated

Bursting with
Abundance,
Abandon yourself
To nature
In this
Elysium orchard,
In these meadows
Sweet with nectar.
What enticement
To stop a while
And feast on such riches
For the body,
For the soul.
The heart stays here
While, reluctantly,
Time must beat
Ever onwards.
Spotted white butterfly

Image:http://rammelaars2.blogspot.co.uk/2011_05_01_archive.html

Still smiling

I think that I may be hearing beeps in my sleep. Enjoying my new job – the distinctly unglamorous role of Checkout Assistant in a local supermarket. The contrast between this and my day job couldn’t be more marked, but smiling at people all the time instead of asking them to “Sit down”, “Quieten down” or “Please write some answers down” really does lift the spirits! I finish the shift with a smile still on my lips and cheerfully weary I make my way home to iron my school ‘uniform’ for the morning.
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