Vicious Sid's Revenge

See my stories blog for a new fairy story http://lindastories.wordpress.com/2009/07/11/the-cat-had-it-coming/

Do you remember?

Mum, do you remember that pink alpine?
The one you gave me years ago
What alpine dear?

It’s OK Mum, it’s still alive
I found a root clinging on to life
The one with tiny pink flowers
Do you remember?
It made a healthy clump in our last garden
I dug it up and moved it with us
Whenever I saw it I thought of you

It’s OK mum, you’ll be fine
Parkinson’s, he said, remember?
You shuffle with uneasy steps
You hold your own hand to stop it trembling
The hands on the clock no longer tell you the time

I’d forgotten about that pink alpine
I planted it amidst the shrubs and neglected it
The shrubs grew strong and smothered it
But just the other day, while pruning back, I spotted it
A bare little root and a few leaves
I moved it to a sunny spot and now it’s grown some flowers again
Whenever I see it I think of you

Is it OK mum?
Are you settled where you want to be, so far away?
Your sheltered flat, nice ladies,
daily lunches, shared jig saw puzzles
No need to walk far

Its thriving now
I’ll keep an eye on it and keep it safe
Whenever I see it I think of you

Runners in the sun

My 100 word "nano fiction" is to be published by Leaf books!
See story here: http://lindastories.wordpress.com/2009/01/20/runners-in-the-sun/

Bluebells

I meandered happily on my way
to Grasmere via Loughrigg Fell
When all at once I spied a haze,
a purple peal of spring bluebells,
ringing in peace in the morning breeze
near the rocky path along the fell

Blue heads bobbing, clappers mute,
en masse an iridescent violet hue,
amidst the brown unfurling whorls
of knee-high bracken’s baby fronds
A purple peal of spring bluebells
Seen from the path on Loughrigg fell

Laid out below is Grasmere Water -
a jig-saw vista in green and blue
Beyond the bluebells’ violet hue
A swimmer stroked from shore to shore
a doggie paddled paw by paw
The terrace view half down the fell

The route zig-zagged down through the woods
It was cooler, darker, but the silver shine
of mirrored waves danced through the trees
as Grasmere water’s kissed by the breeze
which wafted wild garlic - repulsive smell
as I followed the path at the foot of the fell

Beside the lake, I saw the road
bringing tourists in by the coach load,
to visit William Wordsworth’s home
My purple peal of spring bluebells
tolled out in silence from the fell
and asked “Where are all the daffodils?”

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A cut-up from real postings:
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Guildford Castle

Where moss grows memory lingers
We used to come here and play hide and seek
But now the keep fence, like gappy teeth
Seems quite insubstantial given the drop

Crisp-edged beds with floppy pansies
Perfect primulas with kale-like leaves
Cat-kin droopy blooms sway on the breeze
Like tassels on a dancer’s dress

The old castle walls tell a geological story
A school photo of flints all lined in rows
These tough stones standing up to a world
That has worn away the soft white chalk

Quotes by Isaac Newton

"I am only a child playing on the beach, while vast oceans of truth lie undiscovered before me."

"Tact is the knack of making a point without making an enemy."

"Men build too many walls and not enough bridges. "

"If I have been able to see further, it was only because I stood on the shoulders of giants."