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#TheMermaid

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Glittering shafts of sunlight

Flashed like sparkling diamonds

Amidst tall strands of seaweed

Colourful fish swam lazily amongst trailing plants

Zipping nervously away from strange shadows

Safely avoiding the gaping maws

Of the giant grouper

She sat quite still and watched the scene

Seemingly floating before her eyes

The peaceful way everything moved

From colourful fish to dainty seahorse

Brilliant coral and mesmerizing anemone

She was entranced by all around her

From the corner of her eye she saw a larger shape

As it drew closer she saw a beautiful face

Surrounded by hair the colour of sun drenched coral

With skin the colour of milk

Surprised but not alarmed

She watched the figure approach

To her bewilderment she saw

Stretching behind this beautiful woman

A long muscular tail

Just like those of the fishes she had admired

Curiousity kept her still

As this vision swam up to her

With eyes the colour of emeralds

And lips the colour of rubies

She heard a voice inside her mind

Softly speaking to her

“Oh why aren’t you with us Selene?

The sailors will be coming out quite soon

You know how much fun it is

To sing to them, and see their faces

As they almost run to move their  cumbersome boats?

In total surprise I looked around me

And in amazement I clearly saw

A long and muscular tail

Floating behind me as I lay on the rocks

Slowly lifting and falling to my unconscious design

I agreed to follow this vision

It seemed the thing to do

No words were spoken

At least no human words

She heard each and every thought I had

And all day long I swam and frolicked

With this group of colourful mermaids

Such fun I had as I could never remember before

Yet, quite suddenly I felt an enormous tugging

And I felt towed backwards by an unseen force

I saw my underwater wonderland flash past

I wondered if this thought was to be my last

When I found myself on the edge of the rock pool

Where I had lain down to peer into its depths

My face had fallen into the cool blue water

Bringing me back to myself once more

Had I dreamed this wonderful interlude

Of mermaids frolicking in emerald depths

Or was I indeed one of their kind

Just visiting the land for a time

I suppose I might find out

The next time I come visit my rock pool.

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

 

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#IWon'tDoThat

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The days of magic and sorcery seem long past. There seems little evidence of Wizards or Witches, Sorcerers or Sorceresses, Elves and Gnomes, Fairies, Sprites and Sylphs. Yet underneath all the trappings of our great modern world there lies hidden the old beliefs that all these still exist. We simply need to learn to look quickly out of the corner of our eyes and we can see them still.

But that is another tale for another time. Tonight, the hour is late and music seems to soothe the savage beast.

So I thought of something that captured that imagination of the savage beast, the magic and lust for life and found a song to do all that. It’s an oldie but still good. Who could forget Meatloaf’s rendition of “I’d do Anything for Love”?

Inspired by The Phantom of the Opera he captured the essence of the tormented magician/sorcerer in love with the beautiful woman. Love conquers all – as it should. I hope you enjoy it.

 

 

 

Blessings and a happy weekend, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

 

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Searching for a place

To lay my head

Not a mansion

Not a cave

Just a castle of my own

A place to call my home

Room to lay my weary head

A view outside the door

Rolling hills and trees abound

A creek perhaps just burbling by

Perhaps some fruit trees nearby

Just for us and not the bats

Perhaps cows and horses are near

Chickens too would not be too much

Just leave the rooster at home

No early morning crowing here

Just a place to lay my head

And move around under open skies

With room to turn around

Fresh air to breath

The sound of the breeze

Whispering through the trees

The only noise I hear

Except the sounds of wildlife passing by

Or visiting for a while

Peace and quiet reign here

In this place to call my own

Away from the maddening crowd

Where is my castle, where do you hide

Will I find you soon just by my side

Listening

To a heartfelt sigh.

~

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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The world is reduced

Down to the smallest point

To the most infinitesimal

Never before imagined

Smallest point

Comprehension is stifled

That such a tiny focus

Could take so much effort

Could release so much feeling

The world has ceased to expand

To whirl on its forever axis

Except within this focus

An unimaginable focus

Lasting eternity

Each moment in time

An eternity of pain

An insignificant word

Describing such torment

The mind shrinks from such thought

Refuses to accept the enormity

Declines the reality of existence

Silent shrieks reverberate

Inside a thorny crown

Release, please sweet release

Let me sink once more

Into a sweet oblivion

To the edge of reality

Where for a short time at least

Awareness cannot enter

Pain cannot intrude

Until once more the clock ticks

And the world comes crashing back

With an agony previously unknown

How can mere words describe

The white hot lancing hooks

Shredding flesh and bone and nerve

Piercing deep into the mind

Until sweet nothingness returns

As consciousness leaves

Wailing in retreat

For sweet surcease

Please

No

More

Reality

I beg you

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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#In Search of....

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“There has always been, for me, this other world, this second world to fall back on–a more reliable world in so far as it does not hide that its premise is illusion.”
Graham Swift, Ever After
“You’re still alive. Be thankful for that. You can still walk and talk and think. Yes, you feel like shit most of the time, but it could be worse. So instead of sitting in your room waiting to die, why don’t you join in on life until you do die? Dammit! Get off your dead ass and make something of the life you still have left!”
Deanna Lynn Sletten, Widow, Virgin, Whore

~

The luxury of the Cairo Marriott was only a brief stopover in the trip, but one that was a glimpse into ostentatious luxury. Could I have handled more? Well, if I had a huge bag of money and all I needed were casino tables, possibly. However, I wanted more, the real Egypt I had been introduced to as a child by my mother, through her love of the Pyramids. She hadn’t been able to see them personally but her library was an exquisite collection of all things ancient Egyptian.

Our first full day of sightseeing began at the Giza Necropolis – without a sandstorm. What an incredible difference from the last time we were there. Our tour guide Ayman was as well versed in Egyptology as Vered had been in Israeli history. At least we started off well with a good tour bus!  Arriving at the Pyramids we were greeted with a car park which resembled a bus depot. Trying to remember which bus ‘belonged’ to us was no small feat. We were admonished “Not to go anywhere alone”, “Not to go anywhere with the camel drivers”, and finally “To remember that tourists had been abducted, murdered and…worse”.

Suitably encouraged we set off. Ayman walked us around the pyramids and gave us a brief history of the area. This complex of ancient monuments includes the three pyramid complexes known as the Great Pyramids, the massive sculpture known as the Great Sphinx, several cemeteries, a workers’ village and an industrial complex. The Pyramids of Giza consist of Great Pyramid and the Pyramid of Cheops and Khufu, the somewhat smaller Pyramid of Chephren) a few hundred meters to the south-west and the Pyramid of Mykerinos a few hundred meters further south-west. The Great Sphinx is to the east of the complex. (That’s the travel guide explanation).

After a thorough tour of the area we were given an hour to wander at our leisure. Considering there were no shops to visit, the camels beckoned. Mel wasn’t too sure but after being so strongly advised to “be careful” it seemed an insult not to have a ride. Beside, how could we come all this way and not have a ride on a camel, around the pyramids too?

The camel must have seen me coming and after following the instructions to climb on board I was halfway there when she decided to stand up.  WHOA! Not what you want to happen. From a very precarious perch the tip and sway was alarming, and I was trying to reassure my friend that all was well.  I managed to settle on my high perch and then we had to get the camel to sit down again so she could get on.  I’m sure if you asked her she would tell you she had a grip of iron. Once settled the careful walk began. Did you know they only use female camels because they are more placid? Yes, strange thoughts ran through my mind too.

I think it must be part of the ride because half way around the circuit we stopped and the driver (why do they call them drivers?), asked if we wanted to have the famous photos taken – the one where you look as though your finger is right on the tip of the pyramid? Well, first I had to persuade Mel it was okay to give him my camera… he could have run off with it. Leaving us on his camel? Oh well. That was the easiest part. Broken English trying to ask you to point just so, in order that your finger, held just so (artistically) appears to be on the very tip of the pyramid behind you, just so. The laughter began and it was a long drawn out attempt to get a couple of photos but I was in a good mood so I didn’t mind. Some of our fellow travelers weren’t as amused.  The remainder of the ride was uneventful, apart from the ship on the high seas feeling as we, or rather our camel, sat back down again. Gee Mel did get off quickly!

We must have made an impression with the camel drivers because we quickly gathered a group around us, all offering to show us where to go to get the best photos of the pyramids. Why not? Well, the obvious answer was the stern admonishment not to wander off because of the dire possibilities for a female alone in Egypt. But that was alright because we weren’t alone – we were together!  So off we wandered, about two hundred metres and took some wonderful photos of the pyramids and then with our erstwhile friendly camel drivers. All was well and we were walking back towards the bus when our guide, Ayman came hurrying towards us, concern written large on his face.

A couple of the sour pusses who had seen us wandering off with the camel drivers had hot footed it over to Ayman and told him we were being kidnapped! Honestly. At that particular time I was in no mind to be trifled with – by anyone, particularly someone of the opposite sex. I would have cheerfully chopped them off at the knees. I knew this and I’m sure the camel drivers sensed this, even if they spent a considerable amount of time, in their broken English trying to persuade us to take them away with us!  I did try to take it with good grace but I was really irritated. I could sense how the trip was going to go.

Goodbye to the Grand Sphynx

Goodbye to the Grand Sphynx

The Alabaster Shop

The Alabaster Shop

#In Search of

Breaking more hearts?

In high spirits, (I refused to be crestfallen at this turn of events) we walked back to the bus to head back to our next stop, the Alabaster factory. We couldn’t get into trouble here and bought quite a few pieces to take home with us. The salesmen however were overly eager to offer their services to us…. if we wanted them to run away with us to Australia. I could see a pattern developing. Ayman decided we needed to have an eye kept on us because we might get into ‘trouble’ but, that was yet to come.

#In Search of..

Statue of Rameses 11 at Memphis

Back at the hotel we were advised we would be leaving to go on our Nile cruise early the next morning. This was going to be fun!

Whatever it was I was searching for was becoming  a little clearer. I was leaving more of the old persona behind and finding there was a fun person inside, someone who could laugh and enjoy the silliness of life. I was feeling the awe and majesty of the Pyramids and a sense of the great power and mystery they contained. Yet I knew my search was not over yet.

Blessings, Susan x

Next week – Nile Cruise and ‘arrested’.

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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#Love's Fickle Friend

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Far away

In a place cool and comfortable

Amid trees green and colourful flowers

The air heavy with scents of the forest

Bees hum brings a somnolence to the day

Stray beams of sunlight

Lance down through overarching tree branches

Patterned by the mosaic of leaves

A slowly running brook cheerfully burbles

Drawing travellers to the glade

Deep into the centre of the serene shade

Laughter lightly tinkling

As she flew around the glade

Hid the sadness in her heart

In pieces on the ground

Torn asunder by the one

Who told her

She was the one

The one he’d love forever

And protect from all harm

But daylight now has woken

And dreams are hard to hold

Her lover, he has left her

With a lonely loving heart

Laugh loud and sweetly fair one

Let the musical brook soothe you

Allow the sibilance of the trees caress you

And the downy grass cocoon you

Love’s touch can oft be fickle

A heart is easily broken

But hope must fly forever

If loves game we hope to win.

Blessings, Susan x

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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#Betrayal

image from http://www.deviantart.com                          Howling for the soul sister to pass

Betrayal

The time drifted by slowly

There was nothing left

No way to measure the passage of time

Nothing but the slow drip, drip, drip

She let her head roll back

Resting lightly against the window frame

Outside she could see the moon

A blood moon, portent of bad tidings

The trees outside wailed their mournful sounds

And somewhere a wolf howled loudly

Joined quickly by the rest of the pack

Strange, but she had seen no wolves here

Not since she came so long ago

But it wasn’t that long surely

No, it only felt that way

But fitting somehow that they came now

Almost as if they could hear her coming

Drip, drip, drip -The only sound inside

The howling of the wolves outside

And an eerie feeling creeping over all

She was starting to feel cold

The mist curled from her open mouth

She should have brought a blanket

Made things much easier in the end

The cold climbed upwards

Through her arms and legs

Up from the cold floor, cold as the grave

Drip, drip, drip, the continuing sound

Fainter now the wolves were drawing nearer

Their howling more frenetic than ever

The moon climbed higher so she raised her head

Strange how heavy her head now felt

Drip, drip, drip, a cold wetness intruded on her reverie

The howling wolves must have been outside the window

Their howls so loud in her head now

As the icy cold reached her heart

She gave one slow sigh

The light dimming in her eyes

She could no longer see the moon

No longer hear the slowing drip, drip, drip

The only sound

The howling of the wolves

The dripping stopped,

The moon still rose

The wolves howled once more

A cry of pain and anguish

For a soul lost.

Alone in death

As she had been in life

Alone.

#Betrayal

image from http://www.smscs.com The pack gathers to welcome one home

Blessings  Susan x

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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