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Tangled

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It’s a word there , at the edge of my mind

I feel it there just tangled, but cannot seem to find

what exact word it is.

I have heard it , I know, for sure.

It calls to me, from some forgotten shore

to speak it.

In the time of dreaming it comes , almost foaming,

it drifts in  seaweed misty, gloaming,

pulled away with the tide.

Perhaps the selkies know it,

and  one day they will show it ,

scrawled on the sea-glass floor.

 

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All The Best People Are ~

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I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to go mad. I was sure I was. Absolutely bonkers. So.  I walked out. It was SO beautiful outside today. I just couldn’t stay cooped up in this house one single minute more. I literally felt as though I had no air. I told my sons I am going to walk to Maw and Paw’s. If it kills me. I mean it very well could have I suppose . It’s only next door, not even a mile. But me and being upright, we don’t really gee-haw. The world quite fantastically becomes topsy-turvy , and not in the fun, Through-The-Looking-Glass -Sense, but in the I need the emergency care sense. But I just couldn’t take it anymore. I love being outdoors more than anything. Being basically sofa and bed bound is soul-crushing.  The same views. The windows. The monotonous television, computer, and even as much as I love them, yes, books.  I mean my husband has done amazing things for me outside my windows, so that I have my bird feeders. He keeps my plants , vintage lamps, and green glass insulators situated in the lights so that they are sparkling. Those are all wonderful things. But oh, today. I just missed it so much . Did you ever just long for the smell of the woods, and the feel of the wind, and the sound of the gravel crunching under your feet? Walking to my parents should have been a five minute walk. It took my son and me  nearly half an hour. I went very slow and very steady. The joy though! The deep green of the moss on the creek bank . The birds flying over from the oak where Grandpa used to sit in his old cast iron farm chair. I kicked the sand up with my bare feet even in the cold and even in my exhaustion it was the most glorious I had felt in what seemed like forever. I know when I appeared at their door, my parents thought I had indeed, “Gone round the bend.” so I assured that “Oh yes! I was. But then again . All the best people are.”   My sweet Daddy did do me the courtesy of a ride , so I didn’t have to walk back. But maybe we all need  a little bit of insanity sometimes ………..just to really feel sane.

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EverGreen~

Fairy fantasy Digital art by Anto Machado
Fairy fantasy Digital art by Anto Machado

Take me out to where it’s evergreen,

let me lay amongst the trees.

To touch  the giant standing stones,

and hear the melody of bees.

To see the honeysuckle vine,

grown tall through summer’s days.

Where faeries flit about the air,

of the secret woodland glade.

Ruby  Jeanette Woods

2015

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