Short stories and dancing queens

Goodness, but that old jaw of mine is a thousand times better today, hurrah. I’m barely even thinking about it now. So good news for me, but bad news for Lord H as the talking levels are back to normal. Ah well.

Here’s this morning’s poem:

Meditation 194

The land keeps
an ancient power.

It whispers
to those whose feet

walk the warmth
and bleakness

of its skin:
hills and valleys,

desert, pastures, streams.
Still its voice

calls men to possess
what cannot be owned.

Keeping to literary matters, I’m both thrilled and relieved that I’ve actually finished that short story about the post, hurrah! I’m planning to submit it to the upcoming Dreamspinner Press Christmas story anthology, and see how it fares. Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say.

Lord H and I decided to treat ourselves today and we’ve been out for lunch at the recently reopened Squirrel at Hurtmore. It closed at the beginning of the year as the owner/manager had problems, but a consortium of three local businessmen have just reopened it and what a magnificent job they’ve made of it too. Great furnishings (soothing but modern), wonderful food and extremely good staff. Their blackberry, apple and cherry crumble was to die for, and we’ll definitely be going again. Well done to them.

This afternoon, I’ve also treated myself and at last seen the DVD of Mamma Mia which was a birthday present from a friend (thanks, Pauline!). Lord H was less keen, but I thought it was absolutely wonderful. Ah those songs, and what a revelation Meryl Streep was. More like this please. Perhaps best to put my dancing queen frock back in the cupboard till the next time, however …

Tonight, it looks like the repeats of Top Gear might well call us, and I’m pondering a piece of flash fiction too. But only pondering.

This week’s haiku is:

A garden clouded
with white butterflies; they spin
dreams in the bright air.

Today’s nice things:

1. Feeling better
2. Poetry
3. Getting my short story sorted
4. Lunch out
5. Mamma Mia
6. Pondering flash fiction.

Anne Brooke – young and sweet and only seventeen (I wish) …
Vulpes Libris – previews a week of love, death and erotica

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2 responses to “Short stories and dancing queens

  1. Anne, I've a confession to make: I'm addicted to your daily meditations. I've tried to go cold turkey, but to no avail, I'm hopelessly hooked on them. There is some sort of magic in the composition of them. The atmosphere is so very much like Mahmoud Darwish created. Very like his work. Okay, just wanted to tell you that before I go and tear out the rest of my hair after going through document formatting hell. hugs

  2. Gosh, thanks so much, Val – delighted you enjoy them!! Sorry about the document formatting hell though – hope it beats itself into shape soon …==:OLove & big hugsAxxxxxxxx

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