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This is another post for the WordPress Weekly challenge “Moved by Music” I read for infinite reasons, among them is the desire to be entertained and to expand my personal parameters. This week after a long break from Merrily Watkins, I read ‘The Smile of a Ghost’ by Phil Rickman. Whilst providing a good plot and characters Phil Rickman has …

There is music which speaks to the mind, music to stir the soul and romantic music which echos the rhythms of the heart, and then there is music which targets the loins. Strangely the current offerings from ‘porn star’ pop divas are not what I perceive as the least bit sexy. Dear Miley sticks her tongue out like she’s desperate …

I asked friends to give me the 3 words for today’s Daily Prompt,  “Turn to your co-workers, kids, Facebook friends, family — anyone who’s accessible — and ask them to suggest an article, an adjective, and a noun. There’s your post title! Now write.”   I think that the dear friend who gave me the title “The appetizing eyebrows” went all …

I am so very privileged, I have memories shared by few which now no one else can create.  Sadly my children will never experience the Okavango swamps in the raw as I did in the 70’s.  You can go to the Okavango swamps now, you will have to go on a proper tour and pay a few limbs worth.   You …

Today’s Daily Prompt is Undo – “If you could un-invent something, what would it be? Discuss why, potential repercussions, or a possible alternative.” If I could un-invent guns the almost Shakespearean tragedy of Oscar Pistorious’ fall from hero to murderer would not be playing out in our courts.  More than that, millions of deaths would never have happened.  The victims …

Now is the winter of my content Youthful passions all but spent curled at the fireside, A satisfied beast Wild spirit tamed ambitions released Youths hunger sated parched thirst quenched But the treasured goal Was that reached? Un-enthralled by fantasies embers midlife vision blurs Focus wanders Essence has shifted from flame to smoke Words forgotten which once clearly spoke Youths …

Finding myself mid life.  Vulture thoughts circle dead things, the white bones of past pasts.  Future  shadow of the scythe touches today, an intruder stalking my boundaries.  I lose more golden moments picking over carcass memories.   Blurred recall, a swirl of what was and what might have been, mixed up and hazy.  Wish and reality, guilt and reality, truth and …

The book ‘Small dreams of a Scorpion’  by Spike Milligan had an enormous impact on me and inspired me to write poetry, a passion which has stayed with me ever since paging through the book over and over as a teenager.  Recently my husband bought a copy for me which is treasured. Below is my attempted imitation Titled Spring Naked …

A picture paints a 1000 words.  When you are the subject senses and memories are captured too.  Mixed in with the colour the brush immortalizes a fragment of your essence. My mother’s friend Di lived in a house who’s terracotta walls blended into the setting of her home in the Valley of 1000 hills in Natal.  Mum placed a wicker …