Losing You (Englyn)

 

Fragile is the egg that comes too soon, for

Sure the life-stemming bloom

Will flood that fruitless moon –

Silent now the lullaby’s tune…

So, today I tried to write in a Welsh poetry form called an Englyn, this is very complicated and I cannot stick to all the rules as I think I would have to learn the Welsh language to have a proper go at the cynghanydd elements (basically where repeated patterns of consonants form another pattern and rhythm with each line…) instead mine is very basic but I did enjoy having a go.

Thanks to Libby Leaper for introducing me to this form on her blog: By The Wobbly Dum Dum Tree,  https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/191782

 

Reflecting

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?

When is a Red not a Red?

A plea for help and with an anxious air,
I helped my daughter to dye her hair
She said she wanted it pinky red
And there on the box ‘cherry’ it said
But the photo looked a lot like soup
I started to feel my spirits droop
I urged her to maybe try a mix
– once it’s done, not so easy to fix…
reluctantly she said she’d give it a go
And soon we were able to go with the flow.
That flow it soon gushed down the sink
A tomato soup orange instead of the pink
But when the mop head was dried and glimpsed
The colour was great – glad it was rinsed
Well and repeated again and again,
until with a toss of her beautiful mane
she declared it looked suitably current…
Fruity with depth…like a little blackcurrant!

Under a Thundercloud

Outside the thunder
growls ominously
while the rain
drums furiously
on the new
spring shoots.
Lightning not visible…
yet
I know that I was
in a bad mood when
she went out
but
I wish she’d ring…

Minimal Word Monday – How would you feel…?

Dumpy Grumpy

photo: http://weirdanimalreport.com/article/blob-deep

Brushing off the Cobwebs

The old neglected piano has sprung to life! My daughter has found some music on the internet and is teaching herself to play it…do I offer to help her – and risk her stubbornly closing the lid, or do I leave it up to her to work it all out (I’m sure she will eventually)? In the meantime I sit in the room next door and listen with maternal pride.

photo: Google Images