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It took him two trips to set it all up.
He kept it simple, just the way he thought she'd like it.
A basket of fruit and Ritz crackers.
Ham and cheese sandwiches,
and her favorite, a giant wedge of orange chocolate.
He did splurge a bit
on the bottle of pink champagne and a spray of red roses.
He hid the question and the humble little ring
in the knot of an old birch tree...
Pleased by the way it all turned out,
he headed for the edge of the meadow.
to take a simple man's pee...
Thinking about how she'd been
a little bit off and distant lately,
Upwind and just to the side, there was a large crack of brush.
His heart nearly came off its tracks.
Grizzly quickly flashed across his mind.
He was relieved when mamma dear and her yearling
tip-doed into the sunlit clearing.
Mamma dear shyly plucked a juicy Granny Smith from the picnic basket.
The yearling preferred a clementine.
The wind suddenly shifted-they bounded off into the thicket.
With a silent thank you, lost upon the breeze.
The sun was a couple of hours past its prime.
When he finally realized she wasn't coming.
So, he drank a half bottle of pink disappointment.
Gorged on the chunk of orange chocolate.
He gathered up the broken picnic for one.
He left the rest of the fruit and spray of roses
to the skinny doe and her yearling.
He grabbed back the ring
from the heart of the old birch tree.
He crashed down the mountain, with champagne mouth,
Heading for the valley of explanation.
The best friend held her tight, dried her tears
but after a six-pack and some cheap weed.
They both had a big belly laugh
when he told her that the
"Cheap Teenie weenie grease monkey ring",
was probably forever lost
in the butt of that old birch tree.
Within a season she left both grease monkeys
and their Teenie weenie rings-
She headed down the mountain for glitter town
married a man with a big sharp house
clean hands and a big city ring-
Stock-still in gold dawn light while many sleep,
perched, scanning, on abandoned termite heap.
Expectant, skin tingles as in cold breeze
contrasting with the stillness of the trees.
The tracking beeper focuses our minds
as aerial picks target from behind.
Cheetah ten yards away now caught off guard
upwind of us, head cocked and staring hard.
Long looks exchanged,unspoken things are passed
and finally, spell broken, goes at last.
Reeling, those breathless minutes went so fast.
A memory of my time in Namibia, 2009, and the above
photo was taken by me. We nicknamed him 'Blackeye'. No fence between us. Awesome.
13th January 2016
For contest 'Spectacular Acrostic', by John Hamilton
Above the sea
another ocean
and just as blue
Sailing upwind
is all impossible
But don't give up yet
Little by little I come to you
We'd catch each wave
We'll ride the tide
Little by little,We'll make it right
I don't believe in fairies
but I believe in you
And I know,You know
Little by little you come to me
just the way I do
Together We can make it
One pillow shared by two
Our sailor moon will take us
above the sunset hue
Years robbed away our passion
but could not steal our dream
In our dream all is possible
Our lost wings We'll redeem
With our wings We'll do wonders
Our freedom makes us whole
We'll let dead stars shine their light
in the dark night of our soul
The wind leans in sideways to drink every word,
Just as sailors must tack sideways to go upwind.
It's only with angles we know the wind's wrangles.
Its riddles, scattered among willy-nilly answers,
Whispered as secrets, spilling to shake the leaves.
When gales blow hard; many tumble quaking in fear,
Others stand up to harness its power and steer,
Watching their vanes to predict omens ahead,
Hoping for kind winds to come their way soon,
In the wily wandering ways of the gusts and whims.
The wind is an oracle, chanting psalms on wing.
It carries the chorus of birds calling at dawn.
The rumble of thunder in an approaching storm.
The calls from a distance; bells whoops and cooee's
But it's no secret its gathers can ever stay still—
For all sounds are bent to the command of its will.
For sound needs winds in the air to transmit downhill.
Only falling silent; when wind's becalmed and still.
For with no wind, all is just silence, dressed to kill.
Above the sea
another ocean
and just as blue
Sailing upwind
is all impossible
But don't give up yet
Little by little I come to you
We' d catch each wave
We'll ride the tide
Little by little,We'll make it right
I don't believe in fairies
but I believe in you
And I know,You know
Little by little you come to me
just the way I do
Together We can make it
One pillow shared by two
Our sailor moon will take us
above the sunset hue
Years robbed away our passion
but could not steal our dream
In our dream all is possible
Our lost wings We'll redeem
With our wings We do wonders
Our freedom makes us whole
We'll let dead stars shine their light
in the dark night of our soul.
Charmaine Chircop
PS : These lyrics I've written are now being played in a song by talented Archie Clifford and Alice Clark.If you have five minutes to spare please do support me and them by visiting this link
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