Between the Bricks

Meanderings of a grown up girl

Category: Meanders

Ghosts on Stilts

I hear you, ghosts on stilts. I know you’re out there, lingering in the paddy fields, digging the rich red earth with your bare hands and rudimentary tools. What are you digging for? Oh, you’re not digging for anything, I see, I’m sorry! I didn’t realise. I should have thought.

It will be over soon. It can’t go on forever. Only thing is, for many, for you, I suppose it will be too late. It was too late! Crickets and centipedes don’t really cut the mustard do they, not for men like you! Not for anyone. A rat if you’re lucky. What about the little fish and frogs? Do you fish? You’d better learn. Put away your stethoscope and learn to fish instead. Being clever won’t help you now. You have to be a different kind of clever. Pretending not to be clever is clever!

I’m in!

I haven’t really got the hang of this blogging business! Just make it up as I go along! I’ve been shut out of my dashboard for months on end because I forgot my username and password – how stupid is that! Perhaps not quite as stupid as handing out the wrong blog address to people! It hardly matters that I couldn’t get into my blog since nobody could read it anyway!  Having just written my daily gratitude list, I thought I’d just give it a try and hey presto, here I am! So, one more item to add to my  gratitude list today –  Dear Universe, thank you SO much for helping me remember my WordPress user name and ID so I can actually post something on my blog!

Buzzard buzzard soaring high,                                                                                                                 Take me with you in the sky.                                                                                                                             Help me lose myself and I.