#NaPoWriMo2025 #Day25 #MusicAsRitual

Music as ritual

1.

Chant as we exit
this coiling labyrinth path,
fire transform us.

2.

Herald the May Queen—
flowers tumble at her feet,
a crown in full bloom.

3.

Crystals hum above,
Himalayan bowls sing low,
ground us to our bones.

#NaPoWriMo2025 #Day25 #NotMyScene

Not My Scene

Not my scene —
but my best mate turned thirteen
and bought me for my birthday,
tickets to New Kids on the Block.
I liked books. She liked Donnie’s socks.

Halfway through,
I hit the floor —
not in awe,
just a seizure.
They thought I’d swooned like a proper teen.

Next night, pity tickets.
I went again,
mortified but upright.
That’s girlhood, isn’t it?
Doing things you rather wouldn't for a friend.

#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day25 #Dipyourtoe

 

Dip your toe

Perfect happiness is having resources for adventures, friends and family to share it with. I fear dying alone.  I deplore my own need for external validation and I loathe hypocrisy.  I most admire my friend Sian, her grace, her courage under fire.  My beach hut is an extravagance but I love to share with friends.  Current mood is expansive and fulfilled, however surgical menopause means that can change like the weather.  I don’t think virtues overrated, though the trend for complaining about virtual signalling bothers me, if we done signal virtues how will they be shared.  Let your virtue sign like Batman’s searchlight so others can find you.  I try to be honest I think a gentle truth is better than a white like, but I lie on occasion about my pain and energy because I get sick of it.  I don’t love my hair it’s fine a flyaway and I think I’d like serpents and turning people to stone.  I don’t think I despise anyone but I don’t like cruelty or malice.  I like vulnerability in men and strength in women.  Methinks the term methinks is unpardonable.  Lu Lud is my greatest love, my rock and my safe harbour.  I’m happiest in a circle of women sharing.  I’d love to be able to thow a pot.  If I could change one thing about myself I would make it easier to be gentle on myself, rest more.  I’m proud to have achieved raising a fine young man.   When I die I would like to come back as a cat owned by my husband, I’ve had a luxurious live but I think Tink had just a sliver more (not that I am jealous).  I always long to live by the sea and maybe I’ll retire to warmer climes, but for now I am well satisfied with my beach hut.  I most treasure my phone to keep me connected, it doesn’t have to be new or or constantly upgraded but it’s my tether to the people who matter.  The lowest depth of misery is not knowing how much you’re loved, when you truly believe those you love would be better off without you, that is always a lie.  My favourite occupation was Youth Worker but community organiser and Blue Organiser have coming up close.  I think my most marked characteristic is my ability to listen to and connect people.  I value friends who show up.  I love Our Lady Sylvia Plath my favourite author, poet and muse.  My hero is Druss the Legend.  I identify with Margery Kemple loud, mystic writer who upset the status quo and the patriarchy would rather burn but had created her own authority.  A real life hero is Greta Thunberg, but she is like many young people, trying to make a change.  I love the secret names we gave ourselves Demi and Trinity (almost a life time ago).  I dislike liars and cheaters.  My greatest regret is a sadness that hurts too much to dwell too long on.  I want to die old and fat and surrounded by lots of grandchildren who have many happy memories of me.  My motto’s “Any act of goodness that I can do let me do it now for I may not pass this way again”.

#napowrimo2022 #day25 #steanswythe

#napowrimo2022 

#day25 

#steanswythe 

St Eanswythe

Our Lady of Folkestone

Yearning for a chaste and pious life.

Courted by a Pagan king

challenged him grow a beam,

his Gods’ fail, so legend says.

While her prayers are all granted.

A monastic calling conferred.

Diverting water to flow uphill.

Resurrecting pilfering geese,

From the bones of servant’s feast.

All these miracles accorded to our saint. 

I don’t know why she calls to me?

With my wayward Pagan soul.

Perhaps she just sees another

wild goose sister flying free?

Photo credit Dr Lily Hawker-Yates

#thegreathuttitivate #napowrimo2021 #day25

The Great Hut Titivate

Brushes, undercoat

in hand.  We paint up, down, up

down.  Like an 80's

training montage. Slurp coffee,

myclonic, paint splat my boots.