Day 5 Doorway

5th Oct 2019


Day 5 Today the prompt is Doorway - Open or Closed. Hope you like it. I'm really enjoying reading the other poets work on OctPoWriMo. Why don't you take a look too.



Doorway


I lift you from the shelf,
Run my fingers over your
Soft leather cover
Down your spine
Rubbing the gold lettering.
Slowly I put you
 To my nose
Breathe in all
The years, all
Previous readers.
I sit with you
On my lap
And, with reverence
Open the doorway
To a world
You will show me.

Day 4 Cage

4th Oct 2019


4th day of OctPoWriMo.

I have had some lovely comments on the last three days, so thank you to everyone who took the trouble. I have also passed the 50,000 visits to my blog . Yipee! That feels like a landmark of sorts. Anyway please keep in touch.

Hidden



Wistfully

You have waited for me,

Hoping

You have hungered for me

Silently 

You have softly sought me

And there,
there you are

More precious than

Pewter or silver or gold

Here am I 

I come to visit you

To sit with you,

You, 

Hidden in the bread.

Disguised behind the veil of

Reality

Where is the key

Where shall I find it
How shall I open the lock 

Tell me,

Tell me.

Bastille Day

23rd Nov 2017

On these cold days coming towards the end of the year, in my mind I dream of the wonderful  summer we 

spent traveling through France and Spain. 

The fireworks in November in the dark, damp cold evenings with warm bonfires take  me back to Bastille

Day in France. Celebrated on 14th July, it is an important date in French History, marking the storming of the

Bastille in 1789, during the French revolution. They mark the memory with parades, festivities and huge

celebrations, which cause the whole country to come to a standstill . Much of the revelry is broadcast on 

major television stations.

When we came off the main road to look for an Aire in which to stop for the night, little did we know that 

we would end up being caught up in the Bastille Day celebrations of the town of St Germaine. 

People waiting for the fireworks 

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Stalls like we'd have at a funfair.

The day was hot and during the afternoon we had a cool lemonade at a bar which looked over the square where we could see the action was going to be. We watched as equipment was brought in but after a while went for a walk and then back to the camper to have something to eat .
Coming back later we were delighted to be entertained by a group of drummers - absolutely mesmerizing. Also there was a communal tent where they were serving  local homemade  alcohol, made with apples ( no, not cider) . It was delicious, almost a liquor and the best of all they were giving it to us for free. Yes, I did have a few and it drew us into the atmosphere of the occasion.
More entertainment with a group of little girls dressed in pink tops and swinging pom poms. They danced their hearts out. It was so moving .
The buzz about the place was amazing. The restaurant where we had our lemonade was full to overflowing to the extent that they brought extra tables (from somewhere) and put them out all over the square . It was a beautiful evening to be eating outside.
And then, at last, the fireworks. And wow, what a show! I mean, we have lots of events here in our seaside town and there are numerous occasions when we have fireworks displays, but, I can honestly say that I've never seen the likes of what we experienced that night . The sky was lit up with the Bastille colours of gold , red , white and blue . The noise was just like a battlefield ( I imagine) . It was just another of the many brilliant days of our adventures in the camper. Can't wait for more...

Slippery

19th Nov 2016

Prompt :
To use the word slippery in a five line story or poem

Slippery

You slide about on russet and gold,

An autumn evening turning cold

Leaves slippery with  fresh damp ice 

Your tread measured , slow , precise,

You head for home- he'll pay the price.