….in purple lit shadows
While the Faerie caravan moves on
Towards some new stopping place.
Dressed up in robes and tiny crowns
These funny flying things
Do hide their wings
So they can pull their toadstool on its course….
Then dragging slow a sort of worn out faerie horse!
Yeah!
Gill McGrath©
By 8 that cloud had turned to this…..
Gloria Patri 2 Gill McGrath© 8.00 tonight
I think the pigeon, still moaning out there may have turned to gold!
Gloria Patri
Moaning pigeon
Already sits
Ringing the curfew-bell
Gill McGrath © tonight 7.30
Hide & Seek: for grown-ups*
I followed you through the trees
Now I am vanished
Sun scorched
Between fallen leaves
Rain on my face
Rain in my mouth
I am drowning
I hear your voice
When will you find me?
Gill McGrath©
*photo,words coming from the forbidden edge of local golf course!
Gold Wave
Gill McGrath©
sun below looks at bird
on the worshiping line
sitting above still
fascinated ❤
Gill McGrath©
Hold your breath
– Little Bird – Under Water – Lisa Hannigan
Your heart sings like a kettle
and your words, they boil away like steam.
A lie burns long while the truth bites quick,
a heart is built for both it seems.
You are lonely as a church,
despite the queuing out your door.
I am empty as a promise, no more.
When the time comes,
and rights have been read,
I think of you often
but for once I meant what I said.
I was salted by your hunger,
now you’ve gone and lost your appetite
and a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight.
I am lonely as a memory
despite the gathering round the fire.
Aren’t you every bird on every wire?
When the time comes,
and rights have been read,
I think of you often
but for once I meant what I said.
Here I stay, I lay me down,
in a house by the Hill.
I’m dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill.
Here I stay, I lay me down
in a house by the Hill.
I’m dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill.
I’m dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill.
I’m dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill.
Songwriters
KATHERINE K. DAVIS, HENRY ONORATI, HARRY SIMEONE
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‘Somebody that I used to know’
by Lisa Hannigan
Published on 15 Dec 2013
Lisa Hannigan – Somebody That I Used To Know
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said
you felt so happy you could die
I told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing
it was always something that I’d done
But I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody
that you used to know
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records
And then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Somebody
I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
Somebody
I used to know
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know
I used to know
That I used to know
I used to know
Somebody
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I want a memory like a fish please!
Today, an awful lot of time was spent in the casualty department of the local hospital. It took from 10 this morning till 5 this afternoon before the journey home. All is absolutely OK now, thanks to the wonderful nursing staff and doctors so there really is no need to go on about the details of what happened. Everything is just fine!
But the day has been so long! And there has been an awful lot of sitting around in the waiting room, by a fish tank where some lazy fish continued to swim around and around and around. I thought at one point, with so much time on my hands, I might be able to think of something funny to say later on this blog, about fishes who do nothing but swim around in circles and having short memories. But I can’t think of a single thing….….
GMcG© August 3 2014
building a wigwam. thunder.
suddenly
rain falling
through me Gill McGrath© August 2 Diary
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