First June Blog. 6-6-15.
M. I. A.
Yes, dear friends, I have been apart. Things have been hectic, demoralising and downright awful. But enough of that. If I continue to let the powers that be take me down, I am really not being true to myself. I am nothing, if not a fighter, though the walls of Jericho have suffered great breaches of late.
The better part of these recent times is that I have written a very short story for one of my Groups. The subject? Well, I am not going to divulge at present. That would not be fair on the Group and the Moderator. Suffice it to say that I based the story on a subject hitherto not touched on by myself.
It is not a huge piece. Not taken a word count. ( not sure that is possible on an Ipad) probably around 1,200 words or so. I kind of lost count, and I am not going through it again. My eyes are playing up as it is. In any case, no one needs a tome for one of these pieces. I think that this size ( whatever it really happens to be), is enough.
It was a beautiful warm day yesterday. But I had other things to do, so could not get out to gather up garden rubbish and start my tan off for the season. And of course, today, it is overcast, slightly on the damp side and enough not to let me be outside. A pity, but I cannot go against the weather. I do have more to do inside, however slow that might be, so my time will be utilized. Have already started in that vein. Found more packets of old photographs, some of which need to be snapped. Ones that might be blog useful, others, just for memory sake. Couple of nice ones of parents, off the cuff, not posed. I do wish they were here now. ( Eyes watering).
Must try to get out of this depressive state, for no good can come of it.
Chains That Bind.
Far from the madding crowd,
Is Thomas Hardy’s cry.
If only I could be so bold,
If only I could try.
Removing from a sentient world
Where others do not tread,
Where sanctuary is a special word
That wipes away the dread.
I fear the strangers calling,
The power they portray,
Understanding, not their style,
With grinning smile they say,
‘We will help you, do not fear,”
And yet they earn no trust,
But I shall have to take their word,
Yes, woefully, I must.
Behind the one, a fearsome beast,
A blackness, shadowed veil,
For I must do their bidding,
Work hard, I must travail.
And in that seething mass encroach
It comes upon a time,
I must fulfill my quota, yet
Or land in thick, quick lime.
Copyright Evelyn J. Steward. June, 2015.
Thank you for your continuing kindness is reading my tentative thoughts. Be good and be careful quote “out aming the English”.