Friday, May 29, 2009

The Jury's Out

EASY STREET 
has jogged my memory again!

The topic?
'A JURY OF OUR PEERS'

THE JURY'S OUT!

I've never been called to Jury Duty, though I'm quite an age,
But I was once a jury member in a play upon a stage.
The play was 'Trial by Jury', which was rather apt, I guess;
It was one of the Light Operas written by G. and S.
(Gilbert and Sullivan, of course; I'm sure that's understood.)
I remember thinking, at the time, that it was rather good.
We were an all-female jury and we wore extravagant hats,
While the gentlemen, who were lawyers, wore shiny shoes and spats.
We only had to sit there, giving a frown or smile,
And often bursting into song, in true light opera style.
I can't remember the numbers; it's all so long ago,
But I'm sure today's musicians would find the whole thing slow.
Now, I'm a so-so singer, but dancing's not my thing;
I find it hard to remember words while I hop and prance and spring!
So I remember 'Jury' as a show that fitted my bill,
For I could act my heart out while I was sitting still!


An even earlier venture on the stage here:


Graduation!



MEME EXPRESS
suggests this topic.


I'm in Acrostic mood!


GRADUATION 
Girls and boys come out to play!
Rules are broken for today!
All those years of gruesome studies,
Dictated by old fuddy-duddies!
Up till now I've had to learn,
Aiming for the time to earn,
Time to earn that lovely money.
I found learning far from funny!
Out into the world I go
Now to get that lovely dough!


More on studying here:


The Golden Key

            Rafal Oblinski

The Acrostic this week is 
MIND LOCKING.

THE GOLDEN KEY

My mind requires a golden key
If I'd relive each memory.
Nothing remains of some past joys!
Deleted! How that fact annoys!
Lazy days on far-flung beaches
Orange-orchards, sun-warmed peaches,
Crazy exploits when a girl.
Kisses that put me in a whirl.
I half-remember,  not too clearly;
Names have gone, or very nearly.
Give me that key and I'll recall, in detail, how I had a ball!
*

The Spot


SKYWATCH FRIDAY
http://skyley.blogspot.com/once again.


THE SPOT

Does X' mark the spot, I wonder.
This arrow is pointing the way.
One is drawn to the house on the top of the hill
As though one must obey.
Is it there we'd find hidden treasure?
Is it there that a secret lies?
Sea and sky making geometry
Right before my eyes.

Man-made geometry can be as beautiful; see here:

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Packing





PACKING


I recall as clear as day...
It seems like only yesterday.....
My open suitcase lying in wait
For a most stupendous date.
I was off to college, all alone,
An adult, free and on my own!
The idea was heady, promising much,
New friends, new places, love and such.
Our 'front room' was the ideal place
To store a young adventurer's case.
It was rarely used, so the case stood there,
Open, and seemingly, aware
Of the place it held in a young girl's dreams.
Imbued with magic, now, it seems.
Every time something new was bought.....
A hairbrush or something of the sort;
New stockings or a bar of soap,
All became symbols of wild hope
That life was going to be so exciting!
The suitcase itself became inviting!
And the smell is something I can't forget!
The scent of newness! It's with me yet!
Every item a novelty.
Each one created just for me.
I'd creep to the room and merely sniff,
As if, as if, as if, as if ......
I could breathe in future days of glory
And write an ending to my story,
An ending involving eternal bliss!
Only the very young think like this!
The scent wore off as all scents do,
Now everything is old, not new.
But still a smile comes to my face
When I recall my first suitcase.


An even earlier memory here:


Shimmer Shot

My friend Margaret Gosden
published this atmospheric shot.


It called-for a haiku.


SHIMMER SHOT!

sun-shattered water dancing
ball bobbing
summer captured in a shot.

And my blogging friend, Jinsky, felt inspired too!

striped beach-ball sun sinks
to concrete pool horizon 
water-sky sparkles



Another pool, another era here:


That'll Be the Day!

MEME EXPRESS again!
Shades of Buddy Holly! Or is it?

THAT'LL BE THE DAY!

That'll be the day!
That glimmer of light,
Creeping through the curtain
Though it's still night.
That'll be the day!
With all it's cares,
Creeping up on me
To catch me unawares!
That'll be the day
For paying bills,
Being late for buses,
Catching chills!
That'll be the day
For unblocking drains,
Forgetting things
And scrubbing stains!
That'll be the day!
If I bury my head
Can I pretend 
It's night instead?

It was even worse here: