Probably Discombobulated Symbolism

Inside the poet is a fire and, depending on where a spark may land, comes the light of an unexpected gift. A silent void anyone can reach differently.

Listening to this song today. John Prine. Just a great songwriter. Thinking about the core values of the words. And “little pictures have big ears” and, what exactly the “gold”is ,today, that might soothe a person. And my grandchildren – being raised with ‘first hand’ values rather than ‘ second hand’ ones no longer relevant for their times.

And I just don’t know. So much shit happening, in our country, the last two week. It’s scary. Yesterday, I helped my grandkids out the pool and bundled them in towels and held them close and thought how difficult the future would be for them and hoped for something better than today.

But I don’t feel hopeful that living in a world – like today’s – will be better for them…

So there –

Ellespeth ❤️

Once Upon A Bed Again – When Chloe Glowed Golden (Fiction)

Time again for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.  So grateful to PJ for hosting this weekly challengeThis week’s photo prompt is provided by Goroyboy. Thank you Goroyboy!

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Here is the photograph and my story:

This is a story featuring my children’s book thingy maybe and its main character, Chloe.  Tentatively titled Once Upon A Bed Again.  I’ve posted most of the stories on this blog.  Here’s a new one:

When Chloe Glowed Golden

One evening, when I was babysitting my two grandchildren and one of them had lost a tooth that very day,  the bedtime conversation was about tooth fairies.  Fairies in general,  really,  and the importance of believing in them.

I thought this a good time to bring up my own experience with fairies.  Well.  One fairy in particular.  My childhood bedroom fairy,  Chloe.  She slept in a dew drop near my window sill.

“Sometimes she’d sit on my thumb,”  I said.  “She was no bigger than a tiny blinky Christmas light.  At these times,  all around us glowed golden.  Chloe – that was her name – would flit here and there sprinkling tiny glittery stars and hearts all about.”

“Those moments were magical.”  I was tucking blankets and sheets all round my precious grand-kids.  “Nothing can really describe them.”  And they nodded knowingly.


Love At The End Of The Day…

There was a “thunk” against our door – late into this evening.  You opened the door.  I don’t wish to imply that you are odd or I am odd or we are odd 😛 but it seems you have ordered the book  If I Ran The Zoo by Dr. Suess and that I have allowed you to read the first part of it to me – aloud and showing me pictures.  I ask you what you plan to do with this book…you claim you will read it to someone who comes here one day. You can’t seem to get the possibility of grand kids off your mind. I love you, sweetie.  You’re so damned sweet 😛   I just can’t help myself sometimes.


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Me:  Is this an honest description of you – that you can’t get grandkids off your mind?

You:  No.  I have other kids to play with now.

Us:  LOL!

It’s a nice book, honey.  The cover is nice and red.  Red is your favorite color…