Night Terror

THREE WORD WEDNESDAY

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chose the words in blue

NIGHT TERROR

The night is dark and starless

My mind is calm and free.

I'm sleeping like a baby

Black velvet surrounding me.

Steady is my breathing,

Morning is far away;

I shall sleep on undisturbed

Until the coming day.

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RATTLE!

Something wakes me;

I'm sitting bolt upright!

I must push away black velvet.

I fumble for a light.

Somebody's in the kitchen!

Surely I hear a sound.

The night, once soft and friendly,

Is threatening, all around.

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THERE!

That was a rustle!

Someone is on the stair!

I know that I should go and look

And yet I do not dare!

I'll pull the covers round me

And lie completely still.

My feet and hands are icy cold.

I feel a ghostly chill.........

*

Sunlight! On my pillow.

It's morning! And I'm awake.

Not only awake but living!

Well, for goodness sake!

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THE RED ROAD

If this looks like Fairyland......

I really think it was.

And it was a special Fairyland

For one young girl because

This was the view from my bedroom

When I awoke each day;

Rather like the  setting 

For some romantic play.

The Red Road ran by the Castle,

All overhung with trees,

A sort of secret passageway

To girlish fantasies.

I often walked that Road alone

Thinking foolish thoughts,

While other girls did healthy things

On municipal tennis-courts!

And never once did I think to ask

Why the Road was christened 'Red';

Much more romantic thoughts than that

Were circling in my head!

I saw an advertisement* today

Which caused my dream's destruction;

'New houses on the Red Road

At present under construction'!

They may be desirable residences

Built to top specifications,

And I'm sure Town Planners are noble men

With some excellent motivations.

But I feel sad to think it's gone,

The Red Road I once knew.

Oh well, that's progress, I suppose,

And there's nothing I can do.

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* I Googled the Red Road and building adverts came up!

Flutterers

THEME THURSDAY

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'Angels'

FLUTTERERS

Show me an angel and I'll believe

That angels do exist.

That would be proof positive

That I could not resist.

And I don't mean that 'little angel',

That toddler in your street;

She is just a human child

Pretty, warm and sweet.

And I don't mean that angelic nurse

That 'angel' by your bed,

Without whose dedication

You, most likely, would be dead.

I mean an angel from above,

With wide, expansive wings,

Who flutters up above you

And likes to take care of things.

These angels  are like fairies,

Just in a longer dress,

The reason for their existence

Is our need for happiness.

They are imaginary friends,

Harmless but quite unreal,

Although they have, I must agree,

A picture-book appeal.

I don't believe in Santa Claus,

And Ghosts I tend to mock,

And if I saw a Yeti

It would give me quite a shock.

We've got to cope all on our own;

Angels? I simply doubt them.

Although we wish that they were true

We've got to cope without them.

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IN THE PINK

Maxine! You look in the pink!

Why ever is it that you think

That you need so much medication

To prolong your healthy situation?

Worrying about ill-health I'm sure

Invites the doctor to your door.

My attitude is very simple....

If you consider every pimple

To be a dire and ghastly threat

You'll toss and turn and fume and fret

And think yourself into malaise!

Too much worrying never pays.

If every little ache and pain,

Bruise and rash and stress and strain

Makes you rush for another pill,

You'll be thinking yourself ill.

Get up from that cosy bed;

Go for a good long walk instead.

Maxine, heed my salutations.

*

I'm off to swallow my medications.

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Times Past

    The Wordle 

SUNDAY WHIRL

We are asked to use all the words in the Wordle.


TIMES PAST

There among the willows where the breeze blew through the trees

I sat down on the soft grass, writing, at my ease.

The rustle of the summer leaves was all that broke the calm,

And every aspect of the scene was infused with peace and charm.

Should I write a poem full of heartfelt grateful thanks

As I sat beside the river, on its gently sloping banks?

*

Then, suddenly, a knowledge! A scene from long ago,

A certain realisation that life was not always so!

A vision of a battle, fought in this very spot!

A time in ancient history when blood was running hot!

The swords are taken from the sheaths, and piercing screams are heard,

An unbearable fever grips the men, as deep wounds are incurred!

Ancient passions  now explode! Brittle bones are breaking!

Wounds crust over, throats are cut, men are left bruised and shaking.

*

Then, just as the vision had arrived, its tale of battle sending,

It faded, and I knew my soul could recover and be mending.

But my Muse had slipped away from me, appalled by grief and pain.

I will never choose that river bank  to write poetry again.

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HEAD IN THE CLOUDS

Mary Jane

Was rather vain

And also rather dreamy;

Although, 'tis true

Her eyes were blue

And her skin was peach-and-creamy.

The crinoline

That she was in

Was white and frilled and flouncy,

And she'd waltz and sway

Right through the day,

With steps elegant and bouncy.

Her Mother said

'Your silly head

Is in the clouds for sure!

One day you'll fly

Up in the sky

And we'll see you no more!'

And look! It's true!

Up in the blue,

Still crinolined and dreamy,

Is Mary Jane

Singing this refrain....

'Now everyone can see me!'

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Leviathan



BLUE MONDAY
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LEVIATHAN

Oh thou great creature of the deep,

That haunts me and denies me sleep,

Whose serpentine and scaly tail

Lashes at great shark and whale,

Whose mouth breathes fire, whose teeth are knives,

Whose gaping mouth no thing survives!

What caused humanity to tell

Of thee thou terrible Prince of Hell?

What sparked a foul imagination

To create such an abomination?
Thou livest in the human mind 

And were by man alone designed.

From the human brain comes this ghastly creature,

Fearsome in every scale and feature.

Return  to the ocean now, forthwith,

For I know that thou art just a myth.

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THE MERGER

Where does shadow end?

Reflection.... where does that begin?

When a shadow is a reflection,

Which is going to win?

The table is a mirror

For the bowl that we see here,

But if it were not reflective,

A shadow would appear.

The sky we see reflected,

There's no doubt about that,

And the room's reflected in the bowl

Looking round instead of flat.

But the bowl has a shadow-reflection

Or so it seems to me.

Passing by a table

It's surprising what you see!

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Not Quite

GRANDMA'S GOULASH

http://grandmas-goulash.info/

asks us for a VERY short account

NOT QUITE!

Inventors, back in past,

Knew the era of slates could not last.

For up-dated learning

They all were yearning.

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Iphones have them out-classed.

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RAZZYBUNS

(A Recipe)

Quick as a flash and twice as yummy,

Begging to be put in your tummy!

Even non-cooks can excel at these

Knowing they'll always be sure to please.

Only a fork and a tray or slide

Needed to make this source of pride.

Nothing mechanical or too obscure

And yet the result will be great for sure.

Even an utter non-cook (like me) 

Can whip them up in time for tea!

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First there's the greased oven-tray to fix.

Then flour and salt you must sift and mix,

Rub the butter in till it looks like crumbs,

(An expression used by lots of Mums!)

Into milk pour the egg, well-beaten.

(Not long now till the buns are eaten!)

Mix the lot! Squash up as dough

Then on to a floured board they go

As twelve little balls, hollow in the centre

For a spoonful of raspberry jam to enter.

Now seal them with the jam inside

( What a clever place for jam to hide!)

Glaze with milk then finally bake.

How easy is that for goodness sake!

In fifteen minutes you'll see them done

Then you can enjoy your own Razzybun.

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Ingredients 

2 cups self-raising flour.   60g butter.  ¼ cup of sugar.  1 egg.  4 tablespoons milk.  a little raspberry jam. 

Bake at 220 degrees

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PS

Greg's boys, Max and Harry, turned-up this-morning to show Grandpa and Grandma their  trophies. I was delighted to see 'Star Player' on the wording, until they told me 'Everyone gets that!' They're MY stars, anyway.