Just minutes before she hit the merciless land
She glided majestically towards the sound
Her sails played in the off shore breeze, broadly fanned
Alas, too late the crew felt seawater turn to ground
I watched as the traumatised Madeleine went down
She stumbled as mocking cliffs towered over her
All Madeleine could do was acquiesce and drown
Surrender her soul to the sea bed below, cast aside despair
The crew tried all they could to save their sweetheart
But it counted for nought; she was incomplete, unable to compete
As saltwater suffocated, her deck woefully split, torn apart
Her timbers crack to the echo of nature’s heartbeat
There have been many Madeleine’s over the years
There will be many more in the centuries to follow
The cliffs respected the captain’s heroic lack of fear
Pragmatic, in sorrow our captain dared not wallow
Ashore, later we found a silver tankard belonging to Joe
He cared, this captain of the good ship Madeleine
From bow to stern she was his one true love
Together in the sea their wreckage remains
The mourning crew held the tankard aloft and offered a prayer
For Joe and his dear Madeleine lost to life on this coast
The orange sunset lent a golden glint to the lapping waves there
But the cliffs whispered of menace; spectres to their sea ghosts.
And a bonus senyru titled sculpting…I have under a thousand words to go until the “Ta dah! my book is finished moment…please see my last post if that meant nothing to you!;-)
Chapter edit day
My first draft infused with play
Sculpting words like clay.
Have a fab day
This is a phenomenal insight, I had to reblog it – Thanks to David Snape for reblogging it first:-)
Yesterday I walked past my husband’s computer as he was checking his email. I noticed that his inbox was filled up with my blog posts, and wondered if I was possibly writing too often. He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t ask – that is usually how I am – but it did concern me.
These things make me anxious. How do I know if I am doing something too much or too little? How do I know when to stop, or when to keep going? The rules in this society are so difficult to figure out, and it seems that everyone makes up their own – but others don’t appear to be having these struggles that I am having.
Always I am analyzing the things I am doing, and comparing them to what others are doing – but I still can’t seem to fit in. I watch, and try…
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I wrote this poem – a tanka, hope you enjoy it:
Bedraggled, laughs, shakes
Showers humans, home and self
Mud,rain splattered flanks
Padding around in rude health
Dripping loving gleeful thanks.
It’s still raining but I’m a happy writing-editing-reading bod…YAY! Oh yeah and there’s a big sticky gooey and let’s not discuss calories chocolately creamy nutty dessert tonight, not that I’m looking forward to it, obviously!!LOL.
If you’ve had a nightmare/not great/don’t even go there! kind of a day I hope this relaxes you a bit…and if you’ve had a fab day then it’s high fives all round!;-)
A Fresh Brew
After raindrops pitter-pattered
The aroma of freshly brewed
Rejuvenation on parched land
Mother Nature douses liberally
Watering for life’s longevity
Listless earth is stirred, made sprightly
Its cooling drink of invigorating rain
Supped, sodden land shifts, settles again
Beneath hot rays moisture will drain
But her sense of survival is imbued
Mother Nature will pour another enlivening brew
The scent of life will permeate as nature renews.
I’ve had one of those poddlingly productive sort of days, I know that I’ve got a lot of little tasks ticked off the list (imaginary!) but it feels like I’ve been sat here all day not doing much – crazy huh?!
Remember to smile and to make someone else smile, Joanne.
Hi, it might be the heat (or insanity!) but I’m thinking seagull-sea lion-Saturday night!
Saturday Night On The Sea Front
Cyril the seagull was feeling henpecked
But that’s what happens when you fly in to a chicken coop
He would have put his glasses on when he got out of bed
So that he could see where he was going loop the loop
But he’d gone out last night on the seafront with Fred
Fred was a fellow chip eating gull, a gent and scholar
He’d drunk him under the table, and through a crisp packet
And Cyril lost his specs to the sea, “Come back!” he did holler
Looking for them Cyril and Fred made such a racket
Alas, specs are not obedient so it became time for valour
Cyril crept home to the missus, she wasn’t pleased
At the half blind gull fluttering around her tidy nest
Squawking away, his woes she did not want to ease
He assured her that he’d tried to find them, he’d done his best
Hampered by his bleary eyes. She sent him out to sleep with the bees
The morning came and there was work to do
He saw Fred on his way to the ocean, laughing hysterically
This was after he’d shocked the chickens and made them poo
Walloped his wings and bumped his head on twenty odd trees
Fred screeched “Look out to sea, mate, I’ve good news for you!”
He saw what his friend was doubled over about
A sea lion was lumbering merrily towards the shore
Wearing the glasses, unable to see through them no doubt
“You must be Cyril.” the sea lion honked, Cyril was in awe
“Your missus said to look out for you, you hungover beaky lout.”
Have a fab rest of the weekend and treat yourself to a lie in!
I been so busy in the last week working on various writing projects that today was going to be a day off BUT I woke up wanting to write something so, here I am. This might give me my writing fix so that I can relax for the rest of the day! Or, knowing me, I’ll keep writing!
Apparently there was daylight during my week in writing hibernation, I think I saw the sun once or twice but I’ve been absorbed in writing and editing a childrens book, doing a couple of freelance jobs and researching for my new history book.
The childrens book, The Amazing Treasure Hunt, is sitting with a publisher now so fingers and toes crossed that all is well…I might cross my eyes as well – Feel free to join in!!
The history book is part written and I’ve been building up the data so that I can write like a ninja from tomorrow onwards!
Meanwhile, I think I’ve sourced an artist for my “coming soon” children’s story website and I’m waiting on news for another couple of freelance jobs.
I’m so grateful and I guess relieved too when the client says that they like what I’ve produced, it really energises me to tap away on my laptop and let my imagination run wild.
Have a fab day,
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Hope you’re having a fab day.
I have had the most fabtasticexcellentmarvellous time writing full on – do not disturb – style the last few days. I love it when the inspiration and pinkies work in unison with my laptop and produce (fingers crossed) a fab piece of work.
I nearly always get a bit nervous when I start a new piece, will it soar or bellyflop in to nowhere plot land??? Yesterday and today, smooth flights. (Phew!) Tomorrow…more fingers crossed. But right now my writing brain cells are pooped. Officially. They refuse to work any more. They’re on strike.
Good job that my reading brain cells are limbering up for a work out. I’m reading about Grace Kelly at the moment. Interesting lady. As with all people, very little is absolute, humans are a mass of contradictions. Keeps us busy working ourselves out, I suppose!
Enjoy the rest of your day.
I wrote a short story out of nowhere after I finished another project, there was still an hour or so until I wanted to finish work and so I thought OK, let’s see what happens…
What happened was an 1800 word short story and it looked like a miracle when it arrived on the page! I get amazed when it happens.
It’s easy to take things for granted, the “I’m writing this today and tomorrow and the day after it’s…” but I don’t think that the magic involved in a creative piece arriving from the ether will ever diminish for me…and I don’t want it to. EVER.
I am very lucky to be able to write each day and some of it may be cringeworthy when I look back at it pre-edit but just to be able to have the freedom and the brainpower to do what I love is totally fab.
Hope you’re doing what you love to do, have a great day.
PS please keep your fingers crossed that the freelance job I bid for earlier gets a big fat YES from the client! THANKS!
OK peeps, step right up and call me a change-your-minder! (And no, this is not what I look like, well maybe it is before the first gallon of coffee a day!)
No, I’m not going to change YOUR mind, no need to hide behind the mouse mat, I have changed mine about my next book. (Some say it’s a woman’s prerogative)
Talking of changing minds, even with the “faulty” bits in mine I wouldn’t change my brain, I have far too much fun with it 😉 And intrigue and puzzlement and therapy!!
Anyway, I was going to write about Victoria, Prince Philip’s gran BUT despite writing the introduction and at least half of chapter one I was just not feeling it, the vavavoooooom didn’t fire up for this book so I’ve relegated it to the back burner for a future project. It’ll get written, just not right now.
A new history subject or person had to be found so I used up my brain energy thinking – sorry brain cells – and I’ve started a book called Charles II: The Merry Monarch, La Belle Stuart and The Uncrowned Queen about Charles, his most notorious mistress Barbara and Frances, the one that got away – a unique achievement given Charles’ reputation and zealous amorous advances.
I’ve even put this one on to pre-order on Amazon so it’ll make its debut on 20th October this year.
And I even managed to read about Florence Maybrick today too (google her!)…what a good day, hope you’re having a good one too, if not, tickle yourself on the tummy until you get the giggles!
It’s here, Friday PM means it’s officially THE
I say that I won’t do any writing/editing over the weekend but I don’t suppose that I’ll stick to that, I’ve known me for a while now so I can predict that I probably won’t be able to resist playing with words for some of the time at least!
That said, I’m reading fab books at the mo, one about Prince Philip and another one, a WW2 novel so who knows? Is it gonna be a royal or historical or writing or all of the above weekend?????…Decisions decisions. Oh yeah, and I have to go out in to the real world too.
Can I use my OCD as a reason for buying shoes yesterday? They’re lovely gorgeous shoes but well, you know, it’s not payday yet…so yeah, I’ll blame the OCD for making me frivolous! (No, I don’t believe it either!)
Have fun peeps & thanks for reading,