Late Sunday morning. You were up earlier
than usual as was Carol reading the Sunday Enquirer and eating breakfast. You
came upstairs and napped in the black lounger with Jadah curled on your chest.
Carol worked on her email account. You did forty minutes of exercises and hope
you routine is better this coming week as no trips are planned to Kim and Paul’s.
You hope in a week or so Carol’s car will be fully painted and back in your
hands though you have had fun driving to Columbus in the Accord. The six moves
out and is sportier to drive, plus you got 28.9 miles per gallon on the trips
north and back, much better than the 20 miles per gallon in town driving. –
Amorella
1117
hours. Carol is talking to Linda on the phone. Very normal – she would be
talking to Mary Lou or Linda on a Saturday or Sunday morning – or both. I know
she misses Mary Lou’s chats. It’s too bad.
Mid-afternoon. You called Chris and Larry
and have taken the week of 31 October through November 7, 2015 at Madeira
Beach. Time before and after will be spent at Linda and Bill’s. You are both
pumped, as it were. It is going to be a busy and fun Autumn. – Amorella
1451
hours. Carol is talking to Kim about next summer’s time at the Florida condo. We
still have lunch to do as well as go into Macy’s – Carol wants to get a new set
of summer sheets.
You watched some Scottish reels on You-Tube
and have the lines of one:
** **
The Witches’ Reel (from the 1500’s)
Witch go you fast, witch go
you
If you will not go fast, witch let me
Circling a circle widdershins
(counter-clockwise)
Linking hands quickly and
merrily widdershins,
Wives, crones, mothers and
young lasses
Round go we!
Witch go you fast, witch go
you
If you will not go fast,
witch let me
Circling a circle widdershins
Looping (or weaving) easily
and swiftly
Tucked up skirts and flying
hair
Three times three!
Witch go you fast, witch go you
If you will not go fast, witch
let me
Circling a circle widdershins
Whirling
(rotating) screaming louder, widdershins
Devil take
the last one (furthest behind)
Whoever she be!
http://sangstoriesDOTwebs.com/witchesreel.htm
** **
Post. – Amorella
1448
hours. The lyrics bother me a bit.
1633
hours. We had a late lunch at Cracker Barrel and are now sitting at the south
lot in front of Macy’s at the Kenwood Towne Centre while Carol is searching for
a set of summer bed sheets.
You are home. Carol is going to walk at the
community center. Here is your idea. You have twenty fun lines from the
conclusion of “Verses on the Death of Dr. Swift” and your thinking is to keep the last
word of each line but one and build a new line within it.
** **
DEAD
Yet malice never was his aim;
He lash'd the vice, but spar'd the name;
No individual could resent,
Where thousands equally were meant.
His satire points at no defect,
But what all mortals may correct;
BROTHERS
True genuine dulness mov'd his pity,
Unless it offer'd to be witty.
Those who their ignorance confess'd
He ne'er offended with a jest;
GRANDMA
"He knew a hundred
pleasant stories
With all the turns of Whigs and Tories:
Was cheerful to his dying day;
And friends would let him have his way.
POUCH
"He gave the little
wealth he had
To build a house for fools and mad;
And show'd by one satiric touch,
No nation wanted it so much.
That kingdom he hath left his debtor,
I wish it soon may have a better."
From VOTDODS by JS
** **
1734
hours. How I will dress this up to have the musical flavor of a Scottish reel
is beyond me, but this is a starting place.
1949
hours. I have the lines, mostly in heroic couplet, but I will have to explain
them in context with the opening lines that the Supervisor once said to Merlyn.
** **
BELTANE'S EVE
By R. H. Orndorff
Winging
spritely across leafy felled forest
Feather
bright birds sing along in a chorus,
Dead
trees' gray fingers will leaf out quite soon
Under
misty full light of magic May Moon.
Beware
Earthly air, whirling winds deceive,
Beware
the claw-ripped Souls of Beltane's Eve.
Tonight
come the birds dressed wild and black
So
keep close your Soul, they'll be wanting to hack
And
fly it to Mounds where years seem a day
Across
the far green where Fairy lands lay.
Be
strong like the Oak near Celtic crossed stone
Think
deep in Druid’s sleep so Spirits can roam;
Bring
Souls together, yet remain afar,
Make
fiery bright op’ning of the Oracle’s jar.
Beware
Earthly air, whirling winds deceive,
Beware
the claw-ripped Souls of Beltane's Eve.
On
aid-Spring night where great stones lay rounded
In
Fairy light from damp bark re-bounded.
Ghostly
priestess and priest on Celtic cross stand
Midst
Fire and Water in Sky and on Land.
** **
This poem was written in the 1980’s and Bob
chose it as one of those to be placed in your (as yet unpublished) “Take Two”
poetry chapbook. Kind of Thomas Robert Pringle to have done so, don’t you
think, boy? Post. – Amorella
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