Friday, 30 April 2021

WHERE, WHEN AND HOW

 Where did it go?

The sense of one

Feeling of togetherness

Of mutuality, symbiosis

Thinking each other’s thoughts

A consciousness shared

Breathing in unison

A single beating heart

Speaking in a single voice

 

When did it happen?

At what point?

Did we separate?

Torn asunder

Split like an atom

Dissected like conjoined twins

To Breath alone

Stop sharing one heart

Speak for ourselves

 

How could it be?

When I looked at her with love

A stranger looked back

Independent and solo

Individual and free

Thinking on a different plain

Breathing different air

Heart pulsing with a different beat

Speaking a foreign tongue

The Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa – The Power of Prayer

 

The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa which had become very important to the lives of those living in the village community with St Giles’ Church at its hub.

It was a busy village with all the usual amenities you would expect, in addition to St Giles’ Church there was a village Hall, and primary school of the same name.

There was also the Trinity Methodists Church, Stephenson’s General store, which included an off-license, newsagents and Post Office, and two pubs, Étienne of Normandy and the Saracen, and it was at the Saracen where James Timms and Constantina Mironica worked.

 

Twenty-three-year-old Constantina worked there full time in order to support herself and her lazy good for nothing older brother Emilios, who everyone referred to as Moronica.

James Timms on the other hand was a full-time gardener up at the Palace but worked as many shifts as he could get at the pub because he was in love with her.

He had asked Tina out many times but between the hours she worked at the pub and fetching and carrying for her brother she never had time for a date.

Emilios had made it perfect plain to James that he didn’t like him and that his sister was “off limits” not that James cared what he said or thought, and it didn’t make any difference to the way he behaved around her.

He addressed her as Tina, which he knew Emilios hated, and she called him JimTim, which he also disliked, but he had to tolerate it as he needed the money she contributed to the house.

 

James had been in love her for almost the whole two years he had worked at the Saracen and it looked like nothing would alter the status quo, until one weekend when Emilios had been to the Beer Festival in the village of Mornington-by-Mere and crashed his car on his way home while he was more than two and a half times over the legal limit.

 

As a result of his injuries in the accident he was in a coma for more than three months at the St Bernadette’s Covent Hospital in Abbeyvale and Constantina was constantly at his bedside and James saw little of her, and when he did there was an awkwardness between them that had never been there before, and he later found out that was because she felt guilty, but he didn’t know why.

 

Because of his catastrophic spinal injuries Emilios was destined to be a quadriplegic, but he never regained consciousness and died four months to the day after the accident.

Yet still she could not confide in James or feel at ease with him and he was confused, he wanted to be there for her to support and comfort her, but she pushed him away. 

 

Undeterred he kept a watching brief on her and was ready to step in when she needed him to. 

She kept her distance from him right up until the day of the funeral when her resistance withered, and she allowed him to hug her.

 

He was there to comfort Tina on the loss of her brother, in truth she didn’t really like her brother, he was older than she was and he was never a pleasant man once drink and drugs got their hooks into him and as he got older he got worse, she loved him because he was her brother, and she cried for him when he died, but her tears were for the boy he once was rather than the man he became.

But when James put his arms around her, it didn’t matter to her that she didn’t like Emilios, because she wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity for a hug from a good-looking man that she loved.

And her estrangement towards him following the accident were not borne out of dislike or distrust, she loved him, and she wanted him.

The reason her being distant towards him were as a result of her terrible guilt, a guilt brought on by the knowledge of her actions, because she had prayed on her knees countless times at St Giles’ church for God to grant her wish to spend her life with James, and then came the accident which she believed her prayers brought about.

But as she stood there in the arms of the man she loved she knew that the power of prayer didn’t cause the accident that ultimately killed her brother, she knew that the loving God she worshipped would not answer such a prayer or act in that way.

Her brother died because of his own irresponsible actions, and she was sad for the loss of the boy he once was, but she was content because the future that lay ahead was a bright one.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

GUARDIAN

 

She was only slight

And petite of height

Her complexion light

Her smile so bright

 

Her hair was brown

Her eyes looked down

She never wore a frown

But a halo for a crown

 

Her eyes were green

And her intellect keen

Her limbs lithe and lean

With the poise of a queen

 

An angel in human form

Protecting me from the storm

Her embrace both soft and warm

From despair I will transform

CHILD OF NATURE

 

She was a child of nature

The most special one

With a smile as warm

As the summer sun

Yet fragile and delicate

Like an early bloom in spring

Bright as a shaft of sunlight

Illuminating the gloom

Spectacular and exiting

As the days first dawning

Yet simple and refreshing

As a clear winter morning

Tempestuous and wild, like

An autumn gale blowing

The most special one

She was a child of nature

ANOTHER

 

Our first year of wedded bliss

Then a second year united

Another year notched up

Yet one more year in concert

Another year together

One more year in partnership

Another year with you

A year of dull and sunny weather

The ninth year still bonded

Another year together

One more year of companionship

Another year of just us two

A year of sad and happy days

Fourteen years now coupled

Another year together

One more year of friendship

Another year chalked up

A mixed year of good and bad

Nineteen years now joined

Another year together

One more year of togetherness

Another year on the sentence

A year of nag and nag and nag

Twenty-four long bloody years

Another year together

What did I do to deserve this?

The punishment didn’t fit the crime

Not even the great train robbers

Had to serve this much time

The Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa – Pretty as a Picture

 

The beautiful Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa which was a popular venue for wedding receptions and the grounds made a great backdrop for the wedding photos, and it was on the well-manicured lawns where photographer Ian Dawes had Carrie Hinds in his view finder and her dark eyes, sultry and steamy flashed him a side ward’s glance from beneath the white lace of her fascinator and in return he gave her a more appraising look altogether, focusing on the curvaceous figure beneath her conservative bridesmaid’s dress.
He got her in the frame of his camera, he was there to photograph the wedding party, but for every photo he took of them he took three of his secret love.  

 

Her eyes flashed up again, a lingering languid glance which spoke volumes of her being very much a woman and not the innocent girl the virginal white attire suggested she might be.
She was the centre of his admiration, and he was hers as they saw recognition in each other’s eyes, no words were spoken everything was intuit and with amative study and libidinous perusal, the girl was his object of pulchritude and he was her beloved swain.

 

All at once the moment was gone and the spell was broken, though only temporarily until their reunion, for they were not strangers first met on those church steps or the Hotel lawn.

However, the last time he had looked in to the eyes of the young woman in the white lace fascinator, she was wearing white silk and lace of a very different kind, and his fascination was not with her headgear, and that night in the Hotel he would be fascinated all over again.

 

I COULD NOT WEEP

 

I could not weep

As I sat at his side

His hand once as strong as atlas

Now to weak to grip

Weak like a babe

More so

 

I could not weep

As I watched the frown

Furrowing his weathered face

Grey, expressionless

And as his frown faded,

As the morphine takes control

 

I could not weep

As he lays motionless,

Breath shallow

Silent, almost

But for the occasional groan

Beneath the morphine

 

I could not weep

At his deathbed

As the monster within

Crept through his organs

Hastening the end

For him and for itself

 

I could not weep

As his muscles relaxed

And the pain was no more

As he exhaled his last

And his soul passed

When he was at peace

 

I could not weep

Not because it wasn’t macho

Nor for lack of love

It was perhaps numbness

Or a need to be strong

For family, others

 

I could not weep

Not when he was diagnosed

Nor when he released his grip on life

Not even at his funeral

I could not weep

When my father died