On Halloween night
in the otherworldly light
writer disappears.
Latest seen fishing for words
with the NaNoWriMo herds.
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Happy Halloween to all friends and visitors!
See you later whenever the November fog clears up a little bit.
Monthly Archives: October 2013
A Good Time to Run
“Trick ‘r treat” at this house
you’ll sure meet a mouse
in the spooky front yard
where the ghosts stand guard.
Once you slip indoors
more ghosts doing chores
in the dimmest of light
fuming jars are in sight.
The chef ghost is cooking
and that’s really spooking
a green pig for roast
with your Halloween toast.
No treats to be found
then you hear the hound
these tricks are no fun
it’s a good time to run!
Halloween-Spooky Travel Tales
This year I won’t have the time to write a Halloween story so I thought I’d reblog last year’s story for those of you who did not see it. It’s ok to re-read it too 🙂
When I was growing up, we did not go trick-or-treating on Halloween. In northern Europe at the time, we simply did not know about such a spooky day or the tradition of scary/funny costumes and candy in excess. We were happy to get some candy on big holidays and sometimes even on an ordinary Sunday – nothing spooky about that. Nowadays, of course, the idea of Halloween has spread to most countries, probably even to my home village in the far north.
Over the years, as I’ve traveled the globe, I’ve come across a few spooky moments, all very different, and this might be a good day to tell you about a couple of those.
The first thing that comes to mind is the visit my hubby and I made to Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum in London on our honeymoon trip many, many moons ago. We were fascinated by all the famous figures exhibited there. In the course of walking around…
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The Call of the Fall
Yellow leaves turn brown
Fall forest in evening gown
Before beauty sleeps.
Stirred to Your Taste
This week’s weekend reading will be just a short greeting to wish all friends and visitors a wonderfully scary pre-Halloween weekend. These are the last days of October, which means November starts next Friday. And November means we all go NaNo, right?
Bumble has persuaded me, and he’s good at that as my readers know, to participate this year. Last year’s plans were ruined by sudden work travel, but this year I’ve tried my best to be able to stay put on the ground for November. Done work in advance, filled my pantry with soups and my freezer with meals to heat, and stocked several pounds of coffee (and just a handful of cookies). Keeping my fingers crossed.
This probably means less time to read the lovely blogs I follow and I apologize in advance. It will also mean less frequent posting on my own blog for one month. But I promise not to whine or cry about my trials and tribulations. We need to stay positive. Confident that we’ll make it to the finish line. 50,000 words. To add some motivation (read pressure) I have displayed the NaNoWriMo widget on the side bar. It will show progress, or lack of it, on a daily basis…
Anyway, that marathon starts only next Friday. Wonderfully scary. Be good now and have a suitably spooky weekend, stirred to your taste. Hugs, Tiny
p.s. If I Stayed
So I have returned to Africa
to see the stars sparkle in black velvet skies
and the moon hang heavy over the savannah
to breathe in the early morning mist
slightly scented with smoke
and to finally collect the pieces of my heart
sprinkled under these acacia trees.
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p.s. Would you understand if I stayed ?
p.s. I Feel So Alive
I found this tranquil place
by chance this afternoon
tucked at the back
of an old English garden.
When I sit here
time doesn’t chase me
and no thought is too small
or too big to be born.
The space opens skyward
light streaming down
as if calling me, urging me
to reach for my dreams.
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p.s. I feel so alive here.
p.s. Meet Me at the Bridge
I’m writing to you
from a boat to the past
floating slowly
along this scenic route
back to the days gone by.
I’m thinking of you
my long-lost friend
hoping to find you
downstream memory lane
all over again.
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p.s. Meet me at the bridge next to the last floodgate.
p.s. I Wish You Were Here
Here the air is light
silence soft
like thousand feathers
nature breathes
in vibrant colors
and my soul is at rest
in this wilderness.
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p.s. I wish you were here.
p.s. Will Mail Later
Far in the distance
Life-nurturing rain falls
Last rays give birth to a rainbow
Shadows lengthen
Thoughts fall silent
This day has a powerful presence.
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p.s. Will mail this to you later.
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