Sunday, November 23, 2014

A Town Mouse in a Country House


Whether
near the square,
set in stone,
 and bejewelled in
 ruby red radiance,


 or stucco clad,
 and accessorized by a
 signature sweet fragrance -
they charm. 


Crowning a hilltop,
overlooking the sea,
tiny, kid-drawn cottages
 bewitch and beckon me.


In the valley below,
 vanilla villas and
 patches of produce
  in bright, veggie green,
  are the perfect ingredients
 of Cretan country cuisine.


Back home,
between the finials
 of the black, iron gate,
this born and bred 
town mouse gazes at
her geographical fate.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Dare to Dance?

 

Take a good look, if you please,
 at this soaring silhouette.
Do you sense
 the self-confidence
in her movement, 
the assurance
in her dancer's etiquette? 
Would you believe, she bears
a striking resemblance to me
darting around
 the living room floor... 
way, way back 
in my teen days of yore,  
footloose and fancy-free, 
a swaying tree,
 in the summer breeze.



Although I had never had a dance lesson in my life, I was  convinced that my smooth jazz moves, if executed with prowess and precision, could easily conquer the most nimble of contenders, in the most challenging of contests. Ha! I had some nerve for a feisty, 'Flashdance' obsessed amateur!


Now, eons later, I have come to realize that this false bravado played a pivotal role in the most important 'moves' of my life. I craved adventure and drama, chasing plenty of twists and turns - sassy chass├ęs, and dizzy pirouettes, spinning me  on a journey far from my familiar, Canadian stage, to a floating Minoan one in the Mediterranean.

  
Soon after arriving at the birthplace of Zeus,
the Fates found it fitting to grant me a partner.
Thus, my solo performances came to an end, 
 but it's the duets of which I am prouder!
 
Thanks for visiting!


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Thursday, November 13, 2014

Mood Lighting


Sometimes,
our little hamlet in the hills
 seems quite susceptible to
 the moods of Mother Nature,
as terracotta topped houses
 huddle together, while
a ghostly fog floats by.


 On an unusually 
gloomy day,
strokes of sunshine
beam on the greenery
bordering the church -
 the leafy street lights
of pastoral scenes.
 

Minutes before their shift,
black capped bulbs on
 lanky lampposts stand by,
as the late, afternoon light
lingers, quietly leaving
just before dusk.


 Inside,
 the soft glow 
of candlelight
sweetly greets
the night, 
and the day fades
into darkness. 

 Thanks for visiting and
have a lovely weekend.


Saturday, November 8, 2014

As Girlfriends Tend To Do


If you could really meet up with any of your
 bloggy friends, face-to-face, i.e., in the flesh,
 and not virtually, via FaceTime or Skype,
 who would they be?


In my two and a half years of blogging, I have had the pleasure of getting to know some of the sweetest, most thoughtful individuals in this great big blogosphere, women who have been there for me in those moments of sadness or worry, as well as in times of joy and hope.

  
Although we've never shared
  a muffin, or a pot of tea,
(as girlfriends tend to do), 
we have shared many spicy secrets
 and plenty piquant points of view!


I continue to be both grateful and amazed by the complete sense of trust between us, even though we've never shaken hands on anything or given each other our word - it's something that's simply understood.


And,
despite time differences
due to zany zones,
we always feel 
we're in the comfort
of each other's homes. 


Thanks for lending an ear,  
and for drying up tears,  
and for steering me 
away from the clouds. 
Soon, I was smiling,  
then, you had me giggling,
and before I knew it,
I was laughing out loud!


Dedicated to:
 Nora's Mimi,
Zeke's Mama, and
the Fisherman's Wife 

 



Thanks for visiting,

and Happy Weekend.


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Saturday, November 1, 2014

Local Talent


Last week, while scouting the village for some inspiration, I was enchanted by these purple pretties, dancing and dangling themselves around this sturdy sphere of light. Sensing that the sun might be taking a leave of absence, they huddled and hung on to the gleaming globe, in case they would need its assistance in the future.


The next day, the sun was gone, and a canopy of indigo clouds claimed the skies. Their blue mood matching mine,  (misery loves company), I was intrigued with their presence, and grateful they could stay a while.


But, it's been raining for five days straight! Lightning shows, complete with surround sound are prime time hits, easily viewed from every window in the house.


All very dramatic, but I'd rather watch reruns of local talent, free of glitz and glam, in silence, where quiet sighs of wonder, lift my spirits - who knew daytime could be so good?

Happy November!
Wishing you a lovely weekend,


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