Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Blue Memory

Climbing down the 600 steps to Hades for the second time, I watch my step. You would think that climbing down would be easy, but it's not. Careful to miss what the donkeys before me left, I take my time. I'm in no hurry to get there.

It's hot. Litres of water are being consumed but with little effect. I'm tired and sticky. Sexy. Braided pigtails clinging to my neck. Freckles rapidly darkening in the sun. Why am I doing this to myself again?

Why didn't I just stay at the top with the blue domed churches?  Just to prove I can? Is that reason enough?

Although I've been here, done this and have the t-shirt packed with me somewhere, the view stuns me as it did seven years prior and I find myself elated. Crystal waters lay out before me like a blanket, enveloping the tip of an active still volcano, grey in it's ash.

An excerpt from my novel in progress, about my second visit to Santorini...In response to this week's Theme Thursday prompt of Blue.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Snap Shots

Cute and pudgy
Tiny toes
Little coos
Shoot me now

Running energy
Beaming face
Shoot me now

Shy wallflower
Bored by school
Boys with coodies
Shoot me now

Jeans and sandals
Def Leopard
Shoot me now

Higher moments of learning
Braided pigtails
Dreams and writing
Shoot me now

Greece and Italy
Shoot me now

Remote employee
Home office mine
Shoot me now

Humble confidence
Love of a man
Shoot me now

Buckle up
Ride's not over yet
Shoot me then

This is in response to Theme Thursday's prompt of camera.

Power Duo (Giggle)

This Friday Ann and I are claiming our place in the list of great power duos of blond and brunette.

Today we stand with Betty and Veronica, Laverne & Shirley, Starsky and Hutch, Thelma and Louise, Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse!

Today we launched the new look and feel of the blog for The Girls Bra Shop Inc., our very demanding but and most days rewarding child. We launched the new look and feel to celebrate our new slogan: Real women. Real bras. Real beauty.  Because like our customers, we are REAL WOMEN, who want REAL BRAS, and want to feel REAL BEAUTYful.

Check us out! Giggle.

Thursday, June 17, 2010


Faster than a speeding bullet
You are everywhere
Always with me

Through atomkinesis
I almost hear your voice
A whisper over storm

A pryokinetic ghost rider
What you sow is ablaze
Through cracked clay of your making

The empathic watcher
All is well

Spawn new life in me

This is in response to Sunday Scribblings' post of Superhero and ABC Wednesday's letter V. I'm not sure about this one. It may be too abstract, too out of the context of what is going on in my mind. Maybe some tweaking is in order....We'll see.

Electrical storm and fireball captured on camera © Phil Bland

Friday, June 11, 2010


TGIF indeed. My first thought this morning was an almost weepy relief of "it's really truly friday!"

What a hard week. I'm sure I have felt this drained before. I just can't recall it. A reflex maybe. I'm sure I must have felt like this that night when I got home from the store to no dinner, more work, and my car stuck in the drive. I remember that I felt bad. I just don't remember how that felt.

At this moment I feel like a knot loosening. Slowly because I don't really remember how to relax.

I'm finally sitting in my backyard. I've been wanting to be here all day. I'm writing as butterflies flutter around my head. Not as majestic as one would think when you find yourself ducking with each dive bomb at your skull. Pretty but doing nothing for my levels of tension.

I'm not one of those people who serenely sit still as a bright winged insect perch on their hand, shoulder, nose. No. I pull muscles as I jump, flinch, duck, jerk out of their way.

Finally, they've rested and I can enjoy their visit...from a distance. All the better to appreciate their beauty. Don't misunderstand and think I don't enjoy the outdoors or even mind sharing my backyard with God's other creatures. I just find sudden fly byes and attacks stressful.

There are tiny strawberries growing in my lawn and ants climbing my chair...possibly my toes as well. Buttercups, pansies, dandelions, and lupines. My lawn is a derelict beauty.

Ugh. My nemesis is on the move again. I'm going to seriously hurt myself. Sigh. I'm tired. Not physically. Mentally. This week took a lot out of me.

Something is eating the rhubarb. Maybe those kamikaze butterflies with diamonds on the tips of their antenna.

I'm hidden in the weeds and contented to be here. Taking what repreave offered from Friday evening and the promise of weekend.

Dah! Seriously, must they fly so low? Why insist on being unfriendly? How did I offend them so? Sneak attacks from behind are uncalled for!

We went to a butterfly farm in Martinique once. You can imagine how I fared. Shoulders raised and hood wrapped tight around my head. I imagine I was the fastest observer they met.

Tomorrow I'll google the butterfly diet. Stubbron I'll flinch and jump but go nowhere tonight. Right here I sit.

Coffee Shop Affair

I'm late
You don't see
I sneak to the back
How appropriate

I come closer
She smiles
Jealous I bow
Shuffle my feet
You expected me

She leaves
Stretch onto my toes
Beside you now

In a coffee shop
I smirk at your boldness
You smell so good
Dressed in green
You look like candy
My Mexican

This post was in response to Theme Thursday's prompt, Candy. Coffee is my candy and as of now, my favorite is the Mexican coffee at Red Whale. I have a green cozy made of fleece that a friend got me at the local Eco Store, but love the one for sale above as well.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Head Butt Eve

He looked at what He created
And it was good
It was good

Silvery snake tongue
Try the apple hun

She bought it, ate it up
Then shared her cup

When I get to Heaven
I'm gonna head butt Eve

Pieces from a "song" I wrote years ago when a friend commented that she wanted to head butt eve. It made me laugh. I was reminded of it today when I saw mom's magpie posting so I am piggy backing on her insightful post.

Check out Magpie Tales for other great inspirations!

I should also add that I am a Christian and love my God. No disrespect is meant. :)








This post was inspired by ABC's Wednesday's letter T prompt.