I promise I don’t do it often but I’m doing it tonight.
Because of this!
How I’m feeling.
Go meee! Go meee!
Well, not really. Most of the work is ahead but, hey, sod it, I did the bizness. 🙂
met her on the mountains
wind nettled in her hair
red brushed through by finger’d draughts
her presence barely there
a wisp of lass, no more than ten
her breath a breeze in flight
cat-eyed maiden stole alone
cut swathes in misted night
passed through me in search of home
thought between we two
hurry back and mind your step
and sleep the whole night through
but stay an eye for feral beasts
keep one true for wild
a third you’ll need for pleasant folk
a fourth to save each child
fifth may penetrate the dark
and sixth shall make it clear
rest, be thankful but remain
alert, of list’ning ear,
met her on the mountains
outfoxed chill around
heard her hist’ry in my heart
her words in silent sound
met her once but ne’er forgot
each puzzled piece she told
maid of ten, or so I thought,
a child too soon grown old
wisdom of the ages
in the figure of a lass
red-haired, nettled, draughted, dead
met her in the Pass
Petrified in valley of the lost
like legends stood
Mutations of the mountains harboured
nothing that was good
Spat forth for a vengeance
from the bowels of the earth
Practised patience outwith time
awaiting secret birth
To ponder into places where no man
knew their name
To mix and match and mortify
heartless just the same
As when erupted from the fire
secreted way down deep
Sadists raised, sadistic birthed
humanity to reap
See them, hear them, guess their names
spot them in your lives
Could be neighbour, brother, child
could be someone’s wife
Loiter in the valley still
changing as they must
See all evil, do all evil
undermine all just
Petrified though once they were
characters of stone
Hills will call them back in time
to answer and atone
Sorry, can’t stop to comment. I’m on a Nano roll. Thought I’d leave a little working summary. Play guess the plot. 😉
Came they, clothed in softness, quite unique and freely blessed,
Gifted, given gladly, in full knowledge, acquiesced,
Turned a tide of thinking, feeling, saw, enriched the rest,
Gave it up and gave their all, born for nothing less.
How to save a planet, how to rebirth what was left,
In sacrifice, their lives bestowed, families saved, bereft,
Quietened in reason, quelled they, the cruelty fest,
In innocence, in all they knew, beings fit for test.
I have the absolute cheek to have just signed up for National Novel Writing Month 2015. With last year’s novel still incomplete in edit, what exactly am I thinking?
Truthfully, I’m thinking that I am a great procrastinator, that I would be awful in the military life because I can’t take orders – even from myself, apparently.
However, I’m also thinking that this time last year I hadn’t even signed up to commit to 50,000 words in a month but I did it in the end.
I’m thinking that I knew the first book had a sequel as I was writing it and it seems daft not to get that down, considering it’s been mulling away in the background.
I’m thinking that I may be sorry to commit to this once again, especially as I obviously hate editing – unless it’s other people’s – just like the writing it down part.
I’m thinking, though, that I have nothing to lose and that I might even manage more of the edit on the first while working on the second because I’ll be so immersed in it again.
I’m thinking that I’m about to move school again in a couple of weeks and that could mean more or less work. And I don’t know which.
I’m thinking, ‘Oh,shit, why am I even letting others know?’
And, mostly, I’m thinking, blogging is one thing, Anne-Marie, but why exactly did you start that in the first place if not to actually gain the confidence to write that book you always knew you would.
Right now, I’m thinking why am I talking about myself in the third person? I hate that.
Frankly, I don’t really know what I’m thinking.
But I’m inclined to share my thoughts, sure or otherwise. So here you have them.
Last year, I swore off blogging during the week to make sure I focused on Nano. It was hard to let go of the reins. Your blog’s like your baby. Well, I think it is. You kind of nurture it along and watch it grow.
Last year, I had tremendous help from guest bloggers who made sure my baby was fed and watered. You know who you are. I don’t know if I’ll be able to let the reins go so completely this time – I’m a born mum – but I would be grateful for offers.
I spoke this over with my family last night. Mixed reception.
‘You haven’t finished editing the first one!’ D’uhh, I know.
‘Does that mean you’ll be holed up in your office again for a whole month?’ Thought that was a bonus for them, myself.
‘Do it, Mum!’ I think I’m gonna.
‘Whatever makes you happy.’ Thanks, hon.
So, I’ve registered. Another one of my not-thought-this-through-type-of-plans-that-I-don’t-make.
I might even try to plan this time – I’ve got nearly two whole weeks before it begins. Loadsa time.
So, this is by way of being my notification that I’ve enlisted. About to take orders from myself again. Someone has to keep me in check in the absence of a sergeant-major, I’m thinking.
Decided to dance a little deeper in life, and wow can spirit dance!
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