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…

feather

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

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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

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!
Black cherry red

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
Grump
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.

piano
photo: Google Images

House of Industry

15.5.14
Dog tired
after
stressful day.
Really should
get some rest
but
genealogy research…
awfully
addictive

pauper

And relax…

I’m taking my elderly parents shopping. They are not impressed by my new meditational didge CD.
“What’s that noise?” says my Mum, “Sounds like we are being invaded by dinosaurs!”
My Dad,an artist, doesn’t appreciate the tonal quality.
”Not much colour is there?”
“No colour at all.” complains Mum. “It sounds like a more boring version of the bagpipes.”
“Wait!” I urge them “I think there’s an interesting bit just coming now…” Two beats later the drone is back. I am marvelling at the length of the sound without stopping. I share this revelation with the captive audience.
If he’s not breathing he should be dead by now. No-one can go that long without breathing!” says my sceptical mother.
“It’s circular breathing Mum, in through the nose and out through the mouth at the same time.”
“Hmmph” responds Mum, unimpressed obviously.
“Your grandson is able to do it.” I point out. My Mum immediately takes more interest while my Dad, who has missed this additional piece of information, is still not able to hear the subtleties in the rendition. He is a bit hard of hearing after all.
“I think it would be more tuneful listening to me gargling.” Dad is feeling left out.
We can’t help laughing as holding a tune is not his forte.
“Listen!” I can hear the faint beginnings of a boomerang call weaving its way into the music but by the time they have finished their derisive mutterings, they’ve missed it.
Didgeridoo for the unconverted.
didgeridoo
image:http://blogyogui.blogspot.co.uk/2010/09/el-didgeridoo.html

Didgeridoo Dreamimg by Cephalodidge is available here: Joe Caudwell
http://jcaudwell.wix.com/cephalodidge#!didgeridoos/cbfn

Over the last few months, Joe of Cephalodidge has been running events that provide a relaxing and healing space for people, using the didgeridoo as a therapeutic instrument, through sound and vibration. These ‘Didgeridoo Dreaming’ sessions have led Joe to create an album that can facilitate meditation, journeying and healing. This CD, recorded and mastered by Tim Charlton (who also did the Ostara album for Joe) is an atmospheric soundscape of two didgeridoos weaving together for just over 40 minutes. The didgeridoo used for the recording was made by Joe from a dead sycamore tree he found in the Autumn of 2013, near a special cave in the woods that he often visits and plays in.
10% of the sale of the new CD will be donated to Survival International, the well known organisation that helps tribal people defend their lives, protect their lands and determine their own futures.
You can hear some short samples of the CD here, and also pre-order it now, the CD will be released by the end of April 2014.

Uncontained

I pounce upon the large rigid envelope left on the table, barely containing my excitement at the postmark. The contents do not disappoint. More pieces of the puzzle emerge from the dark confines of the package and I spend the rest of the evening in contemplation, research and planning. Even my drumming session is filled with my daydreams of successful unearthing. It doesn’t do much for my playing however…

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