Saturday, June 8

A Poem for Thursday.... The Twins



the bolt

came out of a clear blue sky
one minute
drinking guinness
watching gulls slowly rising
from the river
as the tide returned.

cut grass and cylists
and a Ferry view.

then

somehow we knew
as she crossed to the window
wound down to take
the unexpected heat.

parked cars and parents
and the green of the playing field.

loss

this like the loss of the Angles.
no good screaming down
dream corridors
after a departing soul.

bacon, eggs and tomato
and the presentation's the thing.

now

a knowing look
and again
Castor and Pollux had all the answers.

Click your heels together
and Kansas is home.

This recycled poem is for dVerse poets pub this week.I first put it up in January 2011 after soon news that came out of the blue from as they say...left wing!
We have two sets of twins in the family ...so quite a lot of experience in this department!!

Wednesday, June 5

Simply Donaghadee.


I have already written about this magic town...this nowhere place...this shining white and dazzling blue spot on the edge of Ireland.
Not the west where the elements suck and blow you out of your dimensions...and the air around you is thin... in that very celtic way it has with it.

No...no... this is the east coast.
This is about a very small conurbation  hanging on to the side of the Co Down coast. This is little more than a line of houses strung along a road leading to a sparkling lighthouse at the end of a harbour walk.

But this was the town of my young dreams...where plans were made to buy a little house ...
...a little shop maybe and bake some scones...bake crisp melt-in-the-mouth shortbread...lather victoria sponge with strawberry jam and sugary icing in the inimitable way that Mary and Helen ...the two sisters who brought me up... along with Dougie dad...taught.

Every girl in those days, knew how to make these basic confectionaries.
You could surely start a business with those basic skills under your belt...
...couldn't you?

But I left my land...I married a potter.. here in the north of England....I raised a family and then...
...yes I did start a business...cake and tea at the Potters House Penketh...for a while...for  seven years.

Last week I went back. I took two of the blessed grandgirls over the water to the auld land.
With the lovely sister...Rosie.. we followed the road down to the coast ...
... the sun shone ...and the wind was biting...but the little town embraced me once again in all of it's apparent innocence...

                                                              ...Donaghadee.


I could give you a running commentary on the various pics!....


...but I think they speak for themselves...


...so I shall shut up and hope that you enjoy this lovely part of the Isles of Britain...
















...except to tell you that ...this is the house where you can buy your dulse!
...what! you've never heard of dulse?...
...seaweed gathered on the local beaches...
...highly prized by Japanese and yet...
...at only 20p.a bag...
A bargain!

...oh and yes ...
...it really is that blue and white...at least when the sun shines!