Friday, 2 April 2021

THE GIRL IN THE ONE-PIECE DRESS

 

The girl in the one-piece dress

Figure hugging

Seamless and crease free

Smooth and fluid

A curvy lass

No bones showed through

Everything moved in unison

Smooth as liquid silk

In fact, the contents of that dress

Seemed not to be a solid

So fluid was the movement

LOVE IS LAYERED

Love is layered,

Sedimentary

Each layer secured

By the one above

Love is not shallow

Love is deep

And does not lay

Beneath a fragile crust

PRETTY GIRL ON A BICYCLE # 4

 

Pretty Girl on a bicycle

In a low-cut top

Whose baps almost popped out

I didn’t think they’d stop

 

She saw me looking

Smiled and shook her head

I smiled back, gave a shrug

To say “enough said”

Snippets of Downshire Life – Holy Week – Holy Saturday

 

The Finchbottom Vale nestles comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, and to the east 15 miles inland from Sharpington-By-Sea, equidistant between the seaside resort and Pepperstock Green was the rambling village of Brookley and at its heart was St Mildred’s Church.

The villager’s spiritual needs were met by its vicar Rev Cecil Payne who lived at the adjacent vicarage with his wife Lily and their six unmarried daughters, Chrissie, Daniela, Hazel, Heather, Katie and Elise.

Cecil and Lily loved their children very much but as they reached the time in their lives when they were nearing their sixties and they had expectations for their daughters.

For Lily her hopes involved the grandchildren that were not forthcoming whereas Cecil just wanted them to spread their wings, but as Easter loomed, there was no sign of either of them getting their wish, but the power of prayer was a wonderful thing and both parents prayed for their daughters. 

However 24 year old Hazel had already found love, and that love had lasted since she was eight years old when she fell in love with music.

Hazel was a very accomplished musician, and an exceptional talent, and was something of a prodigy and could have pursued a career had she not also loved God and between her music and her faith she had no room in her heart to love anyone else as well.

But as Easter approached something happened that turned her world upside down when they were at the height of the rehearsals for Easter, when at the beginning of Holy week, she tripped down the church steps and broke her arm.

The choir rehearsals ground to a halt as she was confined to the Vicarage to rest, while frantic phone calls began to find someone of a decent enough standard to fill her shoes and it took a couple of days phoning around the county to find Harry Paul who had just completed his Masters at Abbottsford.

 

Harry was another prodigious talent but unlike Hazel he was a relatively new convert to the faith.

It was when he was in his first year at University and having arrived from a rural community to a large and busy city, of all things that might have happened to him, the most surprising thing was that, despite the fact that he had always believed himself to be an atheist, he had found solace in God.

He wasn’t sure where it came from, it certainly wasn’t from his upbringing, and although his grandmother and grandfather were both from strict Methodist families his parents were not believers themselves.

In fact he had never even set foot in a Church until he was almost 19, when one of his housemates asked him to escort her to mass at St Hilda’s Church, on one cold dark December night.

Glenda was the chorister and her presence was very much required but her usual companion was unwell so she was facing the walk there and back on her own.

But Glenda was of a nervous disposition and really needed an escort so Harry volunteered.

He planned to walk her to the door, leave her there in the safety of the church and then pick her up later, but it was a bitterly cold night so Glenda persuaded him to go inside.

“You can just stand at the back”

“Ok” he agreed but as soon as he walked through the doors he felt it, it was like a comforting hand settling on his shoulder and he immediately felt at home.

 

After that first time he became a regular and within six months he playing church music, although St Hilda’s didn’t have an organ so it was a further year before he had his first experience of a real church organ, and he enjoyed it so much that he chose organ music for his masters.

He quickly gained a reputation as a talented and gifted exponent on the instrument and was very soon asked to sub for organists at Churches all over Abbottsford.

So when Arthur Owens, Vicar of St Hilda’s heard on the grapevine that his old friend Cecil Payne was in dire need of an organist with Easter looming he didn’t hesitate to suggest Harry Paul for the task.

He even drove him over to Brookley to introduce him to his friend and when Harry entered St Mildred’s during Holy week he again felt Gods hand on his shoulder so he knew at once that he was where he was meant to be.

“Good to see you again Cecil” said Arthur and the two men embraced.

Introductions were made and then the two clergymen went off to the Vicarage and left Harry with choirmaster Robert Perry who introduced him to the instrument, and the choir.

 

There was no time however for him to ease into the role because even though St Mildred’s had found Hazels replacement relatively quickly they still lost two days rehearsal, which was time that had to be made up so Harry hit the ground running because as Easter approached the Choir needed to intensify the rehearsals to catch up and he was impressed as everyone involved gave total commitment and worked diligently to make up for lost time.

He was starting to panic as he had another piece to play in the Good Friday service that did not involve the Choir that he needed to practise.

But when it got to the evening of Maundy Thursday there was only Heather Payne’s Good Friday solo, and Choirmaster Robert Perry kept insisting on Heather doing the solo over and over, not because he was a hard task master, it was obvious that he was mesmerised by her angelic voice, and appearance.

However Harry eventually called a halt to proceedings when Robert asked to go again.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, it’s getting late and you can’t improve on perfection”

“No you’re quite right” Robert agreed with his eyes still fixed on Heather.

 

Once the choirmaster and his angel had gone he set about practising one of the two pieces he needed to rehearse, and it was the one he was performing the next day that he gave his immediate attention to, and fortunately it was the easier of the two but he still stayed at the organ until the early hours, and would have stayed longer if the Vicar hadn’t dragged him away to the Vicarage.

But the next day he was up early and was on the way out the front door of the Vicarage before Lily Payne caught him by the arm.

“Oh no you don’t young man” she said

“But I really need to get back to the church” he protested

“Not without some breakfast inside you” she insisted and steered him into the dining room where the entire Payne clan were sitting around the table and apart from Heather and the Vicar there were unfamiliar faces looking back at him.

“Harry dear boy” the Vicar said amiable “let me introduce you to the brood”

 

The Vicar went around the table introducing his daughters in turn, but it was the last of the six who had caught his attention.

She was a very striking looking young woman with long brown hair, tied in a French Plait, she was also very straight backed and showed a confidence he might otherwise have found quite disarming, but Harry very much liked what he saw, and he knew from the fact that she had her arm in a sling that she was Hazel, the organist.

“And you must be the organist” Harry said “You have a great reputation, I look forward to hearing you play, by all accounts you not only play beautifully but have a great repertoire”

“Well that’s kind of you to say” she responded and blushed at the compliment

Harry sat down at the table and Mrs Payne put a plate of Bacon and Eggs in front of him

“Thank you” he said and then addressed Hazel again

“How long before you’re on the mend?”

“At least six weeks” she said sadly

“I can’t imagine not being able to play for that long” Harry said

“It’s not great” she agreed “but I’m counting the days”

“Well I promise I’ll do my best in your absence” Harry said

“I just hope I can do that wonderful instrument justice”

“I’d love to come and listen to you practice” Hazel said

“I’m afraid not” Mrs Payne said “You have to rest”

“But I can rest and listen at the same time” she pleaded

“Absolutely not” her mother insisted “But if you do as you’re told and spend the day resting you can come to the service this evening”

Hazel rolled her eyes and frowned in response and Harry smiled

“Sorry” he whispered conspiratorially

“I hope they let you out later”

 

He only managed to get just over an hour of practise in, as the church was quite busy being prepared for the service.

It was an important day in the church calendar and could either be at noon or in the evening but at St Mildred’s it was the latter.

 

That evening everything came together and all the choir practice and his additional sessions paid off, not that Harry himself was convinced, and he had his doubts as he descended the steps but as he planted his foot on the final step he looked up and saw Hazel Payne sitting on the front pew and when their eyes met she smiled and gave him the thumbs up with her good hand.

He was going to go and speak to her but her mother quickly spirited her away back to the safety of the Vicarage.

 

The next day was Holy Saturday, the Great Vigil of Easter, and when he got downstairs he thought he would report to the dining room, he told himself it was because he didn’t think he should attempt to leave without breakfast again, but in reality he was hoping to engage with Hazel again.

Because it was so rare for him to have someone to talk to about proper music, let alone church music, and even rarer than that, organ music, well that was what he told himself but actually he really liked her.

Unfortunately when he walked in he found no table full of Payne’s, just the Vicar.

So he had coffee and toast and then walked over to the church.

 

Hazel managed to slip out of the Vicarage without being seen after her mother left to drive to the supermarket.

She expected to find Harry practising and when she entered she found him doing battle with a piece by Wesley.

Hazel was an accomplished organist and had played at the church for many years but she hadn’t just sat in the church and listened to the music, so she did just that and she sat in a pew with her eyes closed and moved her hand and fingers of her good hand as if she were playing it herself and when the piece was finished she nodded and smiled and when Harry emerged from behind the curtain she said

“Well done”

“Oh bless me” he said “you scared me”

“Sorry” Hazel said and giggled

“That’s ok I just didn’t know there was anyone else here” he said

“How come you’re still practising?” she asked “You really don’t need too”

“That’s very kind of you to say so” he said “I needed to reacquaint myself with the piece”

“That makes sense then” she said “It’s a tricky piece if you haven’t played it in a while”

“I bet you wish you were playing it” he said

“Yes, but alas I won’t be playing it this Easter” she said wistfully “I will be quite rusty by the next one”

“Would you like to play now?” he asked hopefully

“I’d love to, but I can’t” she replied nodding towards her sling.

“We could do it together” he suggested “You can play the right hand and I’ll play the left”

“Oh yes please” she replied enthusiastically

 

So they spent the next two hours playing together on the organ and they would have gone on longer had they not been disturbed by her mother.

“Hazel!! Is that you?”

The music stopped abruptly and they looked at each other and Hazel shook her head’

Mrs Payne waited for a reply then Harry’s face appeared from around the curtain

“Hello Mrs Payne” he said

“Ah Harry is Hazel with you?”

“No I’m afraid not, I haven’t seen her since yesterday”

“Oh dear I was convinced she’d be in here” Mrs Payne said

“Well if I see her I will be sure to deliver her to the Vicarage without delay” he said

“Ok dear” she said an walked briskly off

 

“Thank you for fibbing” Hazel said “I’m having fun and I’m not ready to stop yet”

“That’s ok” he said “I’m enjoying it too but just another half an hour, you are looking a bit pale”

“Fair enough” she agreed

 

As it turned out she only managed fifteen minutes as fatigue set in and she asked

“I think I need to go home now, will you take me?”

“Of course” he said and helped her down the steps then she took his arm and they walked slowly to the door.

Once outside they started down the steps and her legs went wobbly so he scooped her up in his arms.

“Goodness knows what I’m going to tell your mother” he said

“Tell her you found me sitting in the gallery” she responded quietly

“I don’t like lying to her” he said

“If you tell the truth she might not let me see you again” she said in barely more than a whisper

“And you wouldn’t like that?” he asked

“No I would not” she retorted

“Then I shall fib” he declared and smiled

 

The Vicarage door was open by the time he got up the path and her mum was by the door, but she had no question for him, so no lie was required, instead she led the way and he followed on and he carried her upstairs and lay her on her bed and then her mum and sisters took control and he was surplus to requirements.

 

The Great Vigil of Easter, is a service held in traditional Christian churches as the first official celebration of the Resurrection of Jesus, which is held in the hours of darkness between sunset on Holy Saturday and sunrise on Easter Day, most commonly in the evening of Holy Saturday, and is the first celebration of Easter.

There is some music during the service, but there was more prayer and meditation than music, but Harry was not meditating on Christ’s Passion and Death, his thoughts and prayers were exclusively for Hazel and her well-being and he swore a vow never to put her at risk again. 

At the end of the service proper when his contribution was over he went to a vacant pew and knelt on a hassock and prayed and after a few minutes Mrs Payne knelt beside him and put her hand on his.

“She wants to see you”

“She’s alright?” he turned and asked her

“She’s fine now, she was just exhausted” she said then she smiled and added

“Organ playing will do that to you”

“You knew?”

“I always know” she replied “What I was unsure of was whether it was you or the music that was keeping her there”

“And?”

“And you will need to go and see her to find that out” she replied enigmatically and left him to ponder.

In truth his pondering lasted milliseconds and he headed as quickly as was expedient without breaking into a run.

When he got back to the Vicarage he was met by a smiling Heather who said

“Wow that was quick, go on up, she’s waiting for you”

So without responding verbally he went up the stairs to Hazel’s room.

The door was open slightly but before he proceeded he took a moment to collect himself, took a deep breath and then knocked.

“Come in”

Harry accepted the invitation and pushed the door open to find a radiantly smiling Hazel sitting up in bed looking the picture of health, albeit with the assistance of her sisters, and a touch of makeup. 

 

Suffice is to say that that Easter marked a special beginning for Harry and Hazel, and Holy Saturday in particular would forever mark the anniversary of when two accomplished organists became a duet.

 

 

Thursday, 1 April 2021

JUST ENOUGH

 

She leant forward,

Bending at the waist,

Just enough

To tighten the fabric

Of her jeans

Shaping and defining

Her buttocks

To pert perfection

Then she leant a little further

Just enough

To expose some dusky flesh

And above her waistband

The merest glimpse

Of pale pink panties

With white lace trim

Showing seductively

Against her dusky skin

Then she straightened up

And turned towards me

Glancing in my direction

She knew I was watching

And she leant forward,

Bending at the waist,

Just enough

To fill her gaping blouse

Her breasts sitting

In pert perfection

Round and full

Encased in pink cups

With white lace trim

Showing seductively

Against her dusky skin

A hint of nipple

A glimpse of areola

Just enough

Through the tight fabric

Deliciously defined

Then she straightened up

Looking towards me

Smiling in my direction

Knowing I was watching

And liking it

DISH OF THE DAY - VIRGINIA

Dear Virginia

No longer the gawky girl

Awkward and ungainly

Self-conscious and ill at ease

Virginia has come of age

And is in full bloom

Once the ugly duckling

Now magnificently dressed

For sumptuous dining

Fit to adorn any table

Well-toned limbs

Golden skinned

And plump breasted

With legs invitingly trussed

Tender and succulent

A main course to suit any palate

To be savoured and devoured


Snippets of Downshire Life – International Children’s Book Day

John and Rachel Carberry first met at the Frankfurt Book Fair, which was held in October, and fell head over heels for each other and following a whirlwind romance they were married in Copenhagen a few days before Christmas.

He was a successful writer of children’s books, the Adventures of Geordie the Guardsman, and she was an editor of nonfiction.

Their decision to marry abroad, at short notice, was a purely selfish one, intended to avoid the circus that surrounds weddings, they were both divorcees and had been through the ordeal once already and had no appetite to go through it again, but they were in love and wanted to legitimise that love before God.  

However, the good news of their union was not universally well received especially not by her sister Julia, with whom she was particularly close, so some work was required to rebuild bridges.

Rachel thought that her sister would understand, as she was also a divorcee, but she was clearly hurt at being excluded. 

But from John and Rachel’s point of view they had to exclude everyone or no one, so it was a no brainer.

 

Julia’s problem with their wedding wasn’t solely that she felt alienated, but rather that she felt jealous that there was no special someone in her own life, and she often sat alone contemplating her lot, and reviewing her options.

Because she was not without her admirers, but none of them stirred feelings within her that might cause her to run away to Denmark to wed.

She tried not to dwell too much on her circumstances but sometimes she just couldn’t fight it but on one April afternoon she was stirred from her torpor by the telephone.

“Julia Lamiason”

“Hello Julia, John Carberry”

“Oh” she responded icily

“My publisher is staying with us at the moment and I’m cooking dinner, so we wondered if you’d make up the four”

“Oh, I see” she said coldly “is Rachel with you?”

“Yes, she is”

“Put her on” she instructed so he complied

“Hello Julia” Rachel said

“Can he cook?” she asked abruptly

“Yes, he can” she replied

“Better than he writes I hope” Julia added

“We’ll see you at 8 then?” Rachel said

         

Steven Greenwood wasn’t just John’s publisher he was also his closest friend, they met on their first day at University and hit it off immediately and their friendship had become a very profitable one.

He dressed like a successful man, in hand made suits, but he still managed to look like a comprehensive school Geography teacher.

He and John had spent much of the day going over his latest Geordie the Guardsman book and discussing the timetable for publication and the artwork.

The latter was a no brainer as John had always used the same artist, Kim Labuschagne, who was always bang on the money with her interpretation.

They continued chatting in the kitchen while John got on with the dinner, he’d done most of the preparation before Steven arrived.   

“So, what’s this Juliana like then?” Steven asked

“Julia” John corrected him “And she’s quite terrifying”

“And you invited her, why?” he asked

“Because Rachel says she has a heart of gold” John replied “And we’re bridge building”

“And does she?” Steven asked

“Does she what?”

“Have a heart of gold” Steven clarified

“Well if she does she certainly keeps it well hidden” John replied and laughed

 

Julia arrived right on time and Rachel came down stairs let her in and John stood in the kitchen doorway to greet her

“Wow you two look lovely” he said

“Thank you” Julia said slightly taken aback by the compliment

“Can you do the drinks honey?” He said to Rachel and then added as he returned to the kitchen

“Steven will be down in a minute he’s just changing”

 

After a satisfying kiss Muriel returned from the kitchen carrying.

She set down a tray, with glasses and a chilled bottle of wine in a bucket and poured the wine just as John and Steven appeared.

“Hi Steven” Rachel said and kissed his cheek “This is my sister Julia”

Steven was tall and skinny, and Julia thought he looked in need of a good meal as he brushed his sandy hair off his forehead and then she shook his hand.

“Pleased to meet you Steven”

“Like wise” he replied

As the two sisters settled down in their seats, Steven whispered

“I thought you said she was an ogre, I think she’s lovely”

“Really?” John said

 

During the course of the meal, with an Author, an Editor and a Publisher at the table the subject naturally turned to writing.

“Julia prefers Enid Blyton to modern children’s fiction” John said

“Me too” Steven agreed

“Oh, that’s nice” said John “You’re my publisher you at least should be singing my praises”

“Sorry mate” Steven said

“I still think you’re brilliant darling” Rachel said

“That doesn’t count because you don’t like my books either”

“Who does exactly?” Steven said unhelpfully

“Well you need to find out, and when you do, keep them away from these two” John suggested

“Well if it’s any consolation you cook better than Enid Blyton at least” said Julie

“High praise indeed” Rachel said

“Well thank you” John said “For that you can have desert”

 

As John and Steven were clearing the dishes to the kitchen Julia whispered to Rachel

“You have a good man there, but don’t you dare tell him I said that, because I have my reputation to protect”

“Your secret is safe with me” Rachel said, “Now where’s that desert, it’s a boozy chocolate tart?”

“I’ll just take Steven and can of squirty cream” Julia said

“Julia!!”

“Oh, did I say that out loud?” Julia said and blushed 

 

Coffee and liqueurs followed desert and then more liqueurs, and then more until the hour got late.

John and Rachel began clearing the table and looking back from the kitchen door John said 

“I think Steven is smitten”

“It’s mutual” Rach replied and smiled

It wasn’t their intention to match-make they just wanted to make up a pleasant foursome, the fact they were attracted to each other was an unexpected bonus.

“We must breathe lightly on the embers then” John said enigmatically

“What does that mean Mr Author?” Rachel slurred

“We have to play cupid” he replied

“Or just give her can of squirty cream” she said