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... 50A ...**This tabloid I hold impulsively bought / from the newspaper kiosk so as not to get bored / through tedium or languor... to ponder or browse
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Apr 11, 2011
... A Busman's Holiday ... [prose] 'A Salmon Tail' prequel** *"A leisurely breakfast"* their mother would admonish, *"aids digestion and builds strong bones..."* so what with the imposed inactivity every morning, boredom broken only by Sockeye the family Spaniel, whose want of table manners coincided very conveniently with mealtimes... as he paced restlessly under the table, slobbering indiscriminately in his daily scramble to devour every dangling morsel before supply and demand shut up shop for the night and went home, far tastier... he gobbled down the latest offering of egg white, than the remnants of his own dietary allowance, they just had to get the timing right that was all, or risk loosing a finger, or gaining one depending upon who was doing the dangling, or who was doing the gobbling... he gave an indignant *sneeze,* not so much a hint but more of a... 'what's with the pepper malarky...' So that it was only with a good deal of snappy hand coordination, lengthy digestion and sturdy bone building that Rocky was finally able to extricate himself from the table and make the most of what little time remained until lunchtime, meagre time indeed for the Rocky's of this world to hang around with their dogs, leaving their little sisters to help mums do, whatever it was that girls usually did when they should have scooted out of the kitchen faster, when it would have been all so much simpler just to grab a handful of biscuits instead... Meanwhile, laying in wait in the room above, flat out upon the bedroom counterpane, having recently had their insides stuffed to bursting with a full English breakfast's worth of beach and holiday apparal... and that was just the luggage. / The contents of which, up until a week last washday had been snoozing fitfully behind *'Do Not Disturb'* signs, cautiously peeping out from the gloomier, more remote recesses of the bedroom dresser, or carefully concealed in cupboards and closets... and being in every other respect by no means readily accessible to public scrutiny of any kind... had been left to their own devices some twelve months earlier with a clear understanding to skip bath nights from that moment on and henceforth immerse themselves in the heady, camphorated pungency of mothball, vowing once and for all never to darken portmanteau lids again... but now, after many hours of arduous laundering and de-fumigation... were now being squeezed and unceremoniously shoe-horned into what had recently become nothing short of an overcrowded sanctuary for the dispossessed. / Meanwhile, all the luggage asked from life other than be detained under section four of the Mental Health Act, 1983 and be found cosy padded accommodation elsewhere... was to have their interiors vacated, their tranquility reinstated... and with a questionable wink from a dodgy Customs official, have their travel permits invalidated... irrevocably, for despite throwing a double six for a spot of well earned convalescence back on top of the wardrobe some twelve months ago, basking in the shade of a warm Summer Sun, striking up the occasional conversation with the floral decor, third bloom from the left currently answering to the name of Petunia, the still over extended luggage, seemingly with little hope of *R & R* this side of the letter *Q*, faced the perennial disquiet of vacational therapy, of being knelt on, sat and bounced upon and be specifically manhandled in ways that matching sets of co-ordinated luggage should not...
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Aug 5, 2013
... A Day At The Seaside ...**A day at the seaside, memories to keep / and treasure them always, in dreams while I sleep / with sapphire sky and no cloud to obscure
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Apr 10, 2011
... All Aboard The Skylark ...**All aboard the Skylark, a cruise of mystery / it comes highly recommended, excursion starts at three / with a-tootle of the horn, sightseeing we set sail
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Jan 29, 2012
... A Salmon Tail ... [prose]** He'd been *conceived* in Flamborough, so his little sister assured him some eleven summers ago, which was a tad hard for Rocky to swallow, she was a whole eighteen months his junior and then some... and at that age, well... what did she know, she was only a kid, *"on this very rock"* River insisted, kicking her heels in delight, *"next to this very rock pool"* they were both sitting beside, *"one sunny afternoon eleven years ago..."* and that was how he came by the name of Rocky... she taunted as the rest of the colourful story unfolded... and that she had it all on the best possible authority... although the more she thought about it, had she meant *concealed...* she wasn't quite sure now, it was all so very confusing at her tender age but thought it sounded close enough not to matter too much and that she would just wait and see which way the wind blew. / It was conceivably an ill wind that blew no one any good that day, especially if you were a boy and just happened to be sat by a rock pool next to your little sister... Having just taken a well earned drink from a neighbouring rock pool, Sockeye the floppiest Springer Spaniel this side of the Pecos decided that he was going to dig a hole and that he would be digging it deep, then changed his mind mid-dig and decided to have a more down to earth back scratching wriggle instead... then promptly flopped over and slid into the hole... life was sweet. Now covered from nose to tail with every species of deceased shore life usually found frequenting the high water mark Sockeye, in a blinding flash of canine inspiration judged it would be in everyone's best interest were he to have a really good shakedown which always appeared to go down well on these occasions... and give everyone a good peppering, just so they could see exactly what they'd been missing all their lives. / *"A rock of all places, for goodness sakes..."* and what's more, it was this rock, *"Yuk..."* he jumped up and wiped his palms on the back of his jeans in disgust, then onto his tee-shirt, then sat back down again and began exploring his left nostril in quiet contemplation before finally jambing his hands back into his pockets... what in Heaven's name had his parents been thinking of..*?* what on earth was his little sister talking about..*?* and more to the point, what in fact did *conceived* mean..*?* these were the questions that were uppermost in Rocky's mind as he poked an exploratory stick into the rock pool... a baby crab marooned by the tide scampered sideways beneath a large pebble and stuck one beady eye out at him... Rocky's sister, seemingly in a world of her own, much like the baby crab sat on the edge of the noteworthy rock kicking her heels, an innocent smile curled the corners of her mouth as she quietly hummed a little song of tuneful bliss to herself and considered what further mischief she could possibly pass her brother's way.
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Sep 9, 2012
... A Stab In The Dark ...**It's not easy ... / not really easy being me / when you're stood before the world
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Apr 10, 2011
... Autumn Tears ...**Walking paths having trod before / Mother Earth as she turns from the grave / ... looks away
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Apr 10, 2011
... A Very Good Year ...**As the finest champagne, aged to perfection / lips so sweet, as the fruit from that region / exquisitely formed, from the vine she flowered
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Apr 11, 2011
... Born All Alone ...**Two seperate People, individual are we / born all alone and will pass just the same / but I would go first, to be your guide
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Jul 9, 2011
... Brief Encounter ...**Eyes across a noise filled room / those eyes that held a distant glance / a gaze that spoke far more than words
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May 2, 2011
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