1329 - Glimpses of a Dream

 

The Sunday Whirl presents twelve words for us to use in a creative writing piece.  

This weeks words are: 

wet, jump, secret, dream, bed, breath, secrets, lashes, fire, plague, glimpses, lies

Glimpses of a Dream

There’s a green-eyed fellow idle, to the north of Kathmandu.

There’s a bus of eager punters, heading west.

There’s Ash Wednesday and the bushfire hullabaloo,

There’s the pulsing bilge pump at poor Gael’s breast.

There’s the random plague that completely shut the city

And closed the rest of the world as well.

There’s the ancient escritoire, full of all that’s pretty.

There’s the dinner call, with the old school bell.

There’s the ominous arrival of the mechanical bed  

There’s the lovely baby stilton sent out through the mail.

There’s the son that jumped out of a tiny plane

But only once he had done it, went on to tell the tale.

There’s the blushing yellow Peace rose, flowering in the garden

A living yearly memory of her dear departed mother.

There’s her ironclad determination, not to let harden

Any part of our ongoing love for one another.

There’s the intimate moment on a warm and secret beach,

There’s the shark plane doubling back.

There’s the son who drank all the medicines in reach,

There’s the spurtle, poised for quick attack.

There’s Primrose, later known as Prim, the most elegant of cats.

There’s the picnic in the park, to see the Bard’s Macbeth.

There’s the pipe that burst in the ceiling of the Dundee flat

There’s the pathos of that last exhaling breath.

There’s the castle on the Overland, where lashes were the norm.

There’s the weekly formal dinner, with cuddles, by the fire.

There’s the table set so beautifully, with decorations of some form,

There’s ball of belly-button fluff, stolen from the dryer.

There are the wet eyes of the one who silently recalls and weeps.

There’s the marching for The Voice, with the home-made sign.

There’s the The Prince of Puddings, a haggis, on a bed of neeps.

There’s the New Year’s fireworks and playing of Auld Lang Syne.

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