Greetings all and first up let me say thank you to Anna, Shilpa, Louise and Sarah for stopping by on my blog and commenting/liking/sharing and of course reading my words. It's always a pleasure to hear back from you and if there's anyone else out there reading my words, please do say hello :)
Let us picture a scene if you will with a few words...
The door knocks. Sheila descends, surprised to hear the sounds of a visitation at such an early hour. She soon looks into the face of her neighbour who hops from foot to foot.
"Are you ok Jenny?"
She shakes her head.
"Have you not heard, they crossed the border last night."
Sheila gasps, disbelief echoing in her nervous stomach.
"You must be mistaken. The English said they was only doing a joint exercise with the Welsh. There's no way they'd invade."
"Didn't you see the English President say us Scots had been harbouring criminals and traitors. He gave the order for pacification and liberation last night. I've heard Lockerbie has already fallen and they're already well on their way to Glasgow."
Sheila eased herself to sit on the bottom stair.
"But that's only a few miles south of here. Oh Christ, this is real Jenny."
She glanced outside to see Andrew running past in fatigues with a machine gun in his hand. The alien sound of an air raid siren rang out and he screamed at them to get to the community hall for shelter.
Too late. Overhead a low flying jet rumbled past and fired two missiles at the bakery. Fire and flour leapt high into the air amidst the sounds of screams and disbelief. It could never happen here. Could it?
Ok. above is a piece of absurd fiction I've just knocked up, but I've used that to highlight the disbelief that must have been prevalent on the innocent civilians caught up in the ghastly conflict in Ukraine, Yemen and anywhere else for that matter. The usual people we see in these conflicts are just like you and me, just going along minding their own business and living life. Always, it's the warmongers and greedy ones in power who are ultimately responsible for most of the pain and suffering going on. I pray for the day when all this changes.
Apologies for the sombre tone today but the above thought came to me earlier and kind of demanded to be put down into words. I'll look into my old files for a tale or a poem in a second but let's keep praying for peace and harmony to come back to where it is so desperately needed.
Ah, a Sestina, this will be fun :D
Journey’s end
I see tone of ethereal bells,
Dangling beneath Jagged Rawkie,
Who sings tune of golden thunder,
I float away on legs electric,
Holding on to captured cloud,
Oblivious I, a strolling spirit.
Song whistled by strolling spirit,
A crooked melody to ethereal bells,
I climb above captured cloud,
And glance at scaly Jagged Rawkie,
I feel life in electric legs,
Yet buzz is silenced by golden thunder
I stiffen in reverence to golden thunder,
The chest akimbo this strolling spirit,
Above my head electric legs,
Eager to hear ethereal bells,
Alone sits starving Jagged Rawkie,
Floating on a captured cloud.
Hue of yellow enshrines captured cloud,
And protests almighty in golden thunder,
Orange eye stares from Jagged Rawkie,
No longer I; strolling spirit,
For I hear ethereal bells,
Now do fail my legs electric,
Cut the power to legs electric,
In orbit the captured cloud,
Dancing to a toll of ethereal bells,
I hear not scary golden thunder,
Failing to move is strolling spirit,
And down swoops Jagged Rawkie.
A dragon’s mouth is Jagged Rawkie,
And devours legs electric,
The ice is dying in strolling spirit,
Far away a captured cloud,
Who sings anew in golden thunder,
And tolling are ethereal bells,
Jagged Rawkie soars to captured cloud,
Legs electric dance to golden thunder,
A trolling spirit is devoured by ethereal bells.
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