Poetry Monday :: Writing

My old partner in crime

  Diane of On the Border and Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey are taking turns hosting Poetry Monday.
   This week Jenny has given us Writing. 
   Normally Mimi is also participating. 

I started to write some time before school,
Writing poems of sons and stories of cats.
A decrepit typewriter, as ancient as time
Was my friend and my partner in crime.

I once had as homework a story to write
Of ghosts and of scaries today
I wrote of a troll and a church and a hill
Oh, the tale ... I remember it still.

As an end to the story I wrote - as was true
If I didn't have no books at all
I would write me some books, at a terrible speed.
Just for to have something to read.

Next week, Diane had said, we'll talk of Things that Scare Us now

Words for Wednesday -- 24 March -- Winter morning.

  This Wednesdays words by Mark Koopmans, was posted at Elephant's Child's blog as every Wednesday in March. 
   Again we meet Susan and the people from the Unicorn Farm, We're back to the first winter after Susan discovered The Farm. 
  I did not use all the words. This is not normal for me, but some of them just did not speak to me. 

Ghostlike            and/or           Magnanimous
 Holly                                       Needles
Incidents                                  Outboard
Joking                                      Particle
Kilogram                                  Quiz
Lactate                                      Rancor

  Lis and Tage ran off before Heidi and Susan were done dressing, as both Susan and Heidi were looking for, but not finding, their hairbands.
  "Bugger it!" Susan said with rancor. "We're not supposed to have our hair tied up at The Farm anyway, let's get going already." She un-braided her hair, brushed it cursorily, and wound the shawl around her head. Heidi followed her example and they hurried out into the semidark winter morning. They followed the dark asphalt road down to its end, and turned onto the path, now covered in snow, where only the ghostlike footprints of Tage and Lis showed the two girls where to go. It took forever they soon found out, making a path in the fluffy, still falling snow. And they had to hurry, they were late. And today was the first day in the Christmas holiday. The first day of formal education at The Farm. But they could see the line of trees separating The arm's grounds from the rest of the isle, They hurried under the snow laden branches, they started several branch-loads of snow tumbling down, but passed the fence without incidents.
   When Susan and Heidi finally arrived and hurriedly shed several layers of clothes to dress in their apprentice uniforms, they noticed that the barn was decorated with holly and spruce.
When everybody was seated behind small tables, Torben arose and began talking. "Welcome to this Christmas' educational period. We have decided to begin this term, if this is the right word, with a quiz to see how much you remember from the Autumn holidays. "What did I say!" Heidi whispered to Susan, who smiled. They had been practicing, and reading and writing letters to one another since Susan's visit at The Magician's House in November and felt quite well prepared for a testing of their skills.
But with a sinking feeling in her stomach Susan read through the quiz. She had no idea how many phials of love serum you could produce from one kilogram of sequins, she sorely doubted sequins were an ingredient she had ever read about anywhere. And the colour of a lactating unicorn's eyes? Or how many fir needles should optimally be used for the binding of evasive kelpies? Whoever made a quiz like this? Susan looked at Heidi who also shook her head in resignation.
  "Sorry, we were only joking. At least now we have your undivided attention!" That was golden haired Martine. "Just a second," she continued. "Let me see. This should do it." She drew her wand from somewhere inside her kimono and waved it in the air. "Now the questions should be more to your liking."
  Susan looked at the paper once again. Yes this looked like what she and Heidi had been preparing for. Questions like: "Do you need a glass or a metal stirring rod for a growth potion, and what would happen if you used the wrong kind?" Susan smiled at Heidi, who smiled back, and they both began writing the answers to the diverse questions.

TUSAL - 24 March

Yesterday was the new moon day. I took a photo of my ORTs jar, but forgot to post it. Here it is. If you wonder what this is all about, you can go to Daffycat's blog for an explanation.

Poetry Monday :: Pets

  Diane of On the Border and Jenny of Procrastinating Donkey are taking turns hosting Poetry Monday.
   This week Diane is giving us Pets, we've known and loved.
   Normally Mimi is also participating. 
   I did not have many pets as a child. Our parents did not think that a dog or even a cat was a good idea, as we lived in a city. And as a grown up I first lived in small apartments, and loved my traveling summer holidays too much, then we had many children (and still we traveled), and now I dream of traveling once again, so no pets incoming. 
  I actually never was keen on  keeping pets. Apart from those listed in the poem I once had a white mouse that died after only a few days, a crazy, inbred cat, which went blind and even more crazy with each passing day. And then my sister had a couple of  Guinea pigs, a giant, multicoloured male, and a tiny white female called Snowwhite. We had lots of drama keeping the male from squishing poor Snowwhite. I don't remember what happened to them.

In the vine that once grew in my backyard
Lived both spiders and bugs and some bees.
To keep them alive was a small start
I also kept earthworms, not fleas.

We began our career with some ladybugs
They were pretty and shiny - a blight
But they all ended up in a hole we dug
Goodness gracious those critters could bite.

In the backyard we had an old fishtank
Which was home to both spiders and worm
We named them and fed them and got spanked
When an earthworm escaped with a squirm.

As I later went on to keep wild bees
 - I was not very wise at that age -
I caught all of the bees in our pear trees
But they did not stay long in my cage.

As the last in the line was a red cat
Just like Garfield, so lazy and fat
He ate cucumbers, mice and a single rat.
And he died on the mat where he sat.

The 'tune' comes from John Wyndham's The Kraken Wakes, suiting for this apocalyptic time:

Oh I'm burning my brains in the back room
Almost setting my cortex alight
To find a new thing to go crack-boom
And blow up a xenobathite

Sorry, dear John, to have maltreated your fine poetry.😉

Next week we'll speak of Writing.

A til Å ? -- A to Z ?

     April er måneden hvor bloggere verden over skriver blogs med ord fra A-Z, Jeg deltog sidste år, men er langt fra sikker på, at jeg har lyst i år.
      Man kan læse mere og melde sig til her på engelsk. Jeg melder mig ikke til, og hvis jeg hopper på udfordringen, så skal det på en eller anden måde bringe fortællingen om Susan og Enhjørningegården videre.
     Lad os se, hvad der sker i de kommende dage.
     Hvis der er nogen, der har ideer til ord fra A-Å - alle, et par stykker eller kun et enkelt - der kunne blive til en kortere eller længere historie om Susan, så må I endelig skrive. Jeg lover ikke andet end at prøve.

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  April is the month where bloggers all over the world accept the A-Z challenge. I am not going to sign up, because I'm not really sure whether I want to join this year or not. And if I do it, I am going to write small chapters or even parts of chapters about Susan and Unicorn Farm.
  Let's see what the coming days will bring.
  If you have any ideas for word - all from A-Z, many, a few, just one - that could belong to Susan's universe, feel free to post. I do not promise to use the words, but I promise to do my best.