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Silently Watching Under A Blooming Moon

Balancing Luna on his shoulders, Jem meandered carefully through the trees in the forest to the southwest if the beach hut. At two years of age, Luna was developing a curious personality, asking him about the trees and plants that they passed.

“You’ll need to ask Mamm Wynn about those,” he said, inwardly cursing himself for his lack of botanical knowledge.

“Anna know.”

The very mention of the dark angel’s name sent a chill rattling down his spine.

“Anna’s not here,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“Miss Anna. You put Anna in a box She got out.”

Another icy chill fired through him.

“Where is she?” he asked trying to make the question appear casual.

“With the crows.”

“Which crows?”

“Tas Gwynn crows.”

Jem’s blood ran cold…

With all that had been going on in life since the family’s return from the castle, Jem had had little time to think about the dark angel. As he walked through the forest with Luna, he cursed himself for being so complacent.

“Time to go home,” he declared, swinging the little girl down into his arms. “Maybe Beth will read you a story before bedtime.”

“I like Beth. She got pretty wings,” said Luna. “Will me get wings?”

“When you’re older,” replied Jem, cursing another question that he didn’t know the answer to. “Hold on tight.”

Once back at the beach hut, Jem handed Luna straight to Trine then turned to his mother and said simply, “We need to talk.”

Sensing from her son’s mood that he meant immediately, Meryn got to her feet and suggested that they took their conversation outside.

Together they walked along the shoreline, heading west away from the hut.

“Jem, what’s wrong?” Meryn asked eventually, “You look angry.”

“Anna isn’t in the box.”

Meryn stopped and stared at him in disbelief. “Not in the box?”

Jem shook his head,” Apparently Luna has known all along that I took her doll. She said Anna wasn’t in the box. She says she’s with the crows at the castle.”

Meryn paled visibly, “We need to go back. Now!”

“What about Beth? I can’t leave her here. She’s not able to hunt for herself yet,” pointed out Jem.

“We’ll have to take her with us.”

“Is she strong enough to travel?”

“That remains to be seen,” sighed Meryn. “She is getting stronger by the day. Her wings are fully formed now. I agree that she’s not strong enough to learn to hunt yet so perhaps castle life is actually the obvious answer for a while.”

“It’s not the answer for me,” he grumbled. “If we go now, I’ll end up trapped there for months. I wanted to spend the summer her with Trine and my daughters.”

“Well, you can’t,” snapped Meryn. “We need to go back and you know it. We need to find Anna before she wreaks havoc.”

“I know,” Jem sighed. “But I am not staying there any longer than I absolutely have to, mother!”

“Understood.”

The heavy curtain that served as a door to Beth’s small room was closed. Not wanting to barge in uninvited, Jem knocked on the wall beside the curtain.

“Beth?” he called softly. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.”

Pushing the curtain aside, Jem stepped into the room. His daughter was sitting up in bed reading.

“You’re a bit old for fairy tales,” he teased with a smile.

“You’re never too old for fairy tales,” she countered. “Feels as if we’re living in one half the time these days.”

“I hear you,” Jem acknowledged as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. “We need to talk.”

“Sounds ominous. Should I be worried?”

“Not at all,” he assured her. “Jesus, this really does sound like a fairy tale.” He paused. “We need to return to the castle for a bit. There’s something Meryn and I need to deal with.”

“The vampires’ castle?”

“Yes but its not as bad as you’re imagining,” replied Jem. “Actually, I think you might enjoy it. Staff to wait on you hand and foot. Ramparts to walk along. And you’ll finally get to meet Trine’s father, Stefan.”

“He’s the head vampire, isn’t he?”

Jem nodded.

“Are we all going?” Beth asked anxiously..

“Yes,” Jem replied. “We’re still working out the logistics but we’ll likely leave tomorrow night or the night after. It’s not easy to transport everyone so Meryn is sending for an escort for us.”

“Escort?”

“Someone from the Court of Elders will arrive to help everyone safely to the castle. Michael most likely. He’s American. You’ll like him. Nice guy.”

“Do they all know about me?” whispered Beth, tears filling her eyes.

“Not yet. Stefan knows. Trine explained to him,” revealed Jem, taking her hand. “I know this is all weird. Fairy tale shit. It freaked me out too at first. Still does sometimes but it’ll be ok.”

“I don’t really have any choice, do I?”

Jem shook his head, “Neither of us do.”

“Neither of us?” Beth echoed. “Is this to do with …her?”

Jem nodded. “I can’t explain yet. It’s a long story and the less you know, the safer you are. I promise once this is all sorted, I’ll tell you everything.”

“Dad,” she said, squeezing his hand. “I trust you. If you say we need to go, we go. I just don’t want to be separated from you again.”

“We’ll be together,” he promised her. “I’ll make sure your room is close to ours or with Meryn. We’ll not leave you alone.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

With their departure imminent, the beach house became a hive of activity the following day. Both Meryn and trine were busy packing, debating how much they needed to take for Luna.

“Just summer clothes,” snapped Jem as he walked through their discussion. “This is a flying visit. Hopefully only a few days.”

“Hopefully,” agreed his mother. “If it turns out to be a longer stay, you can always come back for anything you need.”

A knock at the door interrupted them.

“That’ll be Michael,” commented Meryn.

“I’ll get it,” muttered Jem, pushing his way past the two women.

His mood lightened when he saw the American vampire standing in the small, enclosed courtyard.

“You requested an escort, sire,” the American vampire stated with a theatrical bow.

“Technically, my mother did,” laughed Jem. “Good to see you. Thanks for getting here so quickly.”

“I assume this has something to do with our dark angelic friend,” observed Michael as he stepped inside.

“How did you guess?” sighed Jem as he closed the door. “Drink?”

“Please,” replied Michael. “What’s the urgency? I thought from what Meryn reported at court after you left that you had curtailed her liberty?”

“So, we thought,” replied Jem, pouring them both some wine. “Crazy question for you. Have the crows at the castle been behaving strangely?”

“Funny you should mention them. We’ve been finding lots of dead birds recently.”

“Drained of what little blood they have?”

“No one has though to check as far as I know,” replied Michael, a concerned look furrowing his brow. “Is Anna killing the crows?”

“We think she’s one of them,” revealed Jem quietly. “We know she can shapeshift. It’s just a hunch but the source is reliable.”

“That might answer a few questions,” the American vampire admitted. “Now, I hear from Stefan that you’ve had one of your children return to you. I thought that might be why you were returning so soon.”

“That’s part of it,” replied Jem. “Beth, can you come out here, please? There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

“Give me a minute,” Beth called back.

A few moments later, the curtain moved aside and Beth stepped into the living room. Still pale and thin despite the weeks of rest and recovery, she almost shimmered with ethereal beauty. Her long dark hair lay over her slender shoulder in a thick braid. Her brown eyes, a match for her father’s, were wide with an unspoken fear.

“Beth, this is Michael. He’s come to help us travel tonight,” introduced Jem warmly. “Michael, this is my daughter, Beth.”

“Delighted to meet you,” said Michael with a smile. “I hope you’re recovering after your ordeal.”

“Getting there…I think,” replied Beth shyly. “Dad, can I have some wine, please?”

Sensing that her need was for something stronger than the chianti they were drinking, Jem fetched a fresh bottle of blood infused wine and poured her a generous glass from it.

“Thanks,” she said quietly as she accepted the full glass. “Does it take long to travel to this vampire castle?”

“Mere minutes,” replied Michael. “If you’re not used to our ways of travelling, you might feel nauseous at first but it passes.”

“Minutes?” she echoed looking confused.

“It’s a vampire thing,” explained Jem. “It’s how I brought you here.”

“I don’t remember that…”

“If Jem doesn’t object, I’d be delighted to see you safely to the castle,” offered Michael, flashing a smile at her.

“Fine by me if its fine by Beth,” replied Jem.

“I’ll take good care of her,” promised Michael, barely able to take his eyes off the fledgling vampiress.

Midnight was approaching as Jem and Trine, who was clutching a sleeping Luna, touched down lightly in their usual suite of rooms. A fire burned brightly in the hearth, the lamps were lit and a supper tray was waiting for them on the table beside the fireplace.

“Home sweet home,” sighed Trine as she gazed round the familiar room. “I’ll just settle Luna in her cot.”

“Let’s keep her with us tonight,” countered Jem. “Just til we work out what’s going on with our friend.”

With a nod, Trine settled their sleeping daughter in the centre of their bed. Just as she was about to ask where Michael and Beth were, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” called Jem as he hefted he backpack from his shoulders.

With a squeal of protest from the hinges, the door opened and Michael entered carrying Beth in his arms.

“Rough flight,” he explained as he carried her over to one of the fireside chairs. “Send for some blood. Human blood. She passed out when we landed.”

Without hesitation, Trine rang the bell to summon a member of the household staff.

“Where did you land?” quizzed Jem, kneeling before his frail daughter.

“On the ramparts. I thought fresh air might make it easier on her.”

“And I’m guessing it didn’t,” added Jem with a wry smile. “Beth, you ok?”

With tears in her eyes, she shook her head, “I feel sick.”

“It’ll pass in a minute or two,” promised Trine softly as she passed her a small glass of wine. “Some blood will help. It’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“I’ll fetch Meryn,” suggested Michael. “I think she needs something more than blood but I’m no healer.”

“Thanks, Michael.,” said Jem. “Probably a good idea.”

“There’s no need to fuss,” protested Beth weakly. “I just need a minute.”

“Better to be safe than sorry,” said Trine firmly.

“Trine’s right,” agreed Jem and Michael together.

When Meryn arrived a short while later, she wasn’t alone. Stefan followed her into the family’s chambers concern etched in his usually serene face.

“An unexpected pleasure,” he greeted them, hugging Trine before embracing Jem. “And you’ve brought a new member of the Cinque Famiglia too.”

“Good to see you,” replied Jem, keeping an eye on his daughter while Meryn was administering some herbs and potions along with a goblet of warm blood, “I’ll introduce you to my daughter when she’s recovered a bit. The flight took a lot out of her.”

“Delighted that you brought her. Any member of your family is always welcome to call the castle home.”

“Thank you. Appreciate it.”

“You haven’t eaten yet,” observed Stefan spotting the untouched tray. “I’ll send for another tray for Meryn and I and some more wine, shall I?”

“Oh, please, Father,” sighed Trine, relieved to have everyone she loved safely under one roof.

Half an hour later with Beth more or less recovered from the journey, they were all seated round the table in Jem and Trine’s chambers enjoying a light supper and some exquisite blood infused wine. It hadn’t escaped Jem’s attention than Michael had made sure he was seated next to Beth. His mother caught his eye as he observed them and nodded. She too had noticed Michael’s immediate attraction to Beth.

“Tell me again why you think Anna is hiding in plain sight among the castle’s crows,” requested Stefan, bringing Jem’s attention back to the moment.

“We had good reason to believe that she was hiding in Luna’s ragdoll. She can shapeshift,” began Jem calmly. “Meryn and I thought we had trapped her inside the doll in a box the night we left here. Apparently we failed. Luna told me Anna was with your crows.  She’s communicating with her somehow.”

“It explains all the dead birds we’ve been finding,” commented Michael.

“I don’t think we should be speaking so openly about this,” cut in Meryn sharply. “We don’t know who is listening.”

Stefan nodded, “We can meet tomorrow in one of the sealed court chambers. We need to find her especially in view of what she has done to Beth. She must be held accountable for that in front of the court.”

“Agreed,” stated Meryn. “But you will need to wait until my grand daughter is stronger before you bring her before the Court of the elders to give evidence. She needs to recover from her ordeal first.”

“Of course,” agreed Stefan without hesitation. “The whole castle is at your disposal. Whatever it takes, Meryn.”

“Thank you.”

“Would it be possible to seal the castle until we find her?” asked Jem as he refilled everyone’s goblets.

“Already done,” replied Stefan. “If she’s still here, we’ll find her.”

The castle kitchens opened out into a small courtyard at the rear of the castle, near the north gate. Despite the late hour, the kitchen was a hive of activity suggesting to Anna that important guests had arrived. Soundlessly she transformed from the crow form she had favoured of late into a tiny mouse then scampered under a gap in the kitchen door on a mission to discover who had arrived. Hidden from sight in a corner near the sink, she watched and listened, searching for clues. When she spotted one of the stewards preparing a carafe of blood infused wine, Anna decided to follow him to see where he took it.

Conversation around the table had lightened with Stefan holding court. He entertained Beth with anecdotes of Trine’s childhood growing up in the castle. There were several stories that Jem had never heard. He was grateful to Stefan for making ever y effort to help Beth feel at ease among them.

With a soft knock first, one of the castle stewards entered carrying a fresh carafe of wine. Conversation paused while the steward refilled their goblets, placed the carafe on the table retrieving the empty one then prepared to leave. Just as he reached the door, a small movement at the edge of the doorframe caught Jem’s eye. He watched as a small mouse scurried out of the door at the steward’s heels. It seemed to shimmer as it disappeared out into the hallway.

Recognising what he had just witness, Jem took a deep breath then said as calmly as he could, “Anna’s here. She’s in the castle.”

A Flower Crown to Mark Litha

June 21st, the longest day in the Northern hemisphere, otherwise known as the summer solstice or Litha.

In the UK, the solstice is widely associated with Stonehenge and the druids with crowds gathering ever year to watch the sunrise. Stonehenge dates back to 3100BC with the famous standing stone circle itself dating back to 2600-2400BC but did you know that the summer solstice has been celebrated around the world for over 10000 years?

The ancient Celts worshipped Bel, a god associated with the sun, light, healing, and fire around the time of the solstice although there is a strong connection now to Beltane which is celebrated around 1st May to mark the mid-point between the spring and summer equinox.

The Romans honoured the goddess Vesta around the time of the solstice by celebrating a weeklong festival, the Vestalia. Vesta was attended in her temple by the Vestal Virgins who tended her sacred flame. It was said that if the fire went out then Rome would fall.

The Vikings also celebrated the summer solstice with fires and feasting. They believed that at the solstice the veil between worlds was thin and used it as a good time to communicate with the spirit world to divine the future. They too lit bonfires that were intended to drive away any malicious spirits.

In Celtic mythology, it was believed that the summer solstice (Litha) was a time when the veil between our world and the faerie world was at its thinnest. Mythology also marks the solstice as the time of the annual battle between the Oak King who ruled for the first half of the year and the Holly King who ruled until Yule (winter solstice).

Slavic nations historically celebrated Kupala Night at the summer solstice. This was a celebration of fire and water where young couples would jump over the fires to ensure fertility and single girls would float flower crowns down rivers to attract love.

Modern day Litha is celebrated in s similar way by Pagans and Wiccans with bonfires and feasting, the wearing of flower crowns and with rituals to honour the sun and the earth, showing gratitude for a successful harvest to be gathered in.

It fascinates me to see how ancient traditions, myths and rituals remain entwined in 21st Century life.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to make my flower crown and to build a bonfire. Anyone got a match?

(Images sourced via Google – credit to the owners)

The Measly Jar of Motivation – what if you gave yourself permission to dream?

Oh, now there’s a question! Who among us doesn’t dream?

I dream on a regular basis. No, I’m not talking about the snatches of dreams that we recall after a night’s sleep but instead I mean our hopes and dreams. If you could wave a magic wand and bring your dream life to life what would your world look like?

Personally, I would start with my kids. I’d love to see them both settled in their dream homes and following their dream careers and living their best lives. All I want is for my kids to be healthy and happy.

For myself, I dream of finding my “and she lived happily ever after” life. This isn’t a pity post, but those who know me, know that life hasn’t always dealt me the kindest hand. Let’s leave that thought there.

In an ideal world, I’d live in an ocean front house like Jake and Lori’s house from my Silver Lake series of books. That really would be my ideal house and location. I’d have enough pennies in the bank not to have to worry about money. (I’m not putting a figure on it.)

I’d be a beach bum cum author. No surprises there!

Every morning, I’d walk the beach at sunrise before enjoying breakfast on the sun deck with my book before spending a few hours writing. There would be no writer’s block! Words would flow effortlessly onto the page. (Well, this is my dream life so why not. LOL)

It goes without saying that there would be at least two large fluffy cats sharing my home in my dream world too.

In this dream life, my books would be on the shelves in the bookstores and be selling well. If I saw any in the stores I’d autograph whatever was on the shelves as a surprise to the reader who eventually picked it up.

Life would be filled with family and close friends and unconditional love.

Evenings would be back lit with stunning sunsets and sleep at night would be sound and uninterrupted.

Oh well…..a girl can dream…..

What would your dream life look like? Please comment below.

One ring, five centuries (flash fiction)

Summer 1592

Checking the hidden inner pocket of his ornate silk doublet, William breathed a nervous sigh of relief. It was still there. He had been anxious that it might have been lost on the ride out to the picnic spot under the giant oak. Their favourite spot within his father’s estate. When Elizabeth had insisted that they give their horses their heads and set off at a gallop, he had been forced to give chase.

Glancing at the headstrong young woman who had stolen his heart, he knew this was his moment.

“Lizzie,” he began as he went down on one knee before her. “Will you do me the honour of agreeing to become my wife?”

Tears of joy filled her blue eyes as she replied, “Yes. Yes, I will.”

Smiling, William slipped the gold pyramid diamond ring onto her slender ring finger then lowered his lips and kissed her hand.

Autumn 1992

Around her, the house was blessedly quiet after her fraught day in court. In the bedroom next door, her twin daughters lay sound asleep, oblivious to the bitter divorce battle that had raged in the courtroom all day. Hearing that she had been granted sole custody was that Lizzie had needed to hear. She didn’t want that monster near her precious girls. Details of the generous divorce settlement had washed over her. Afterwards her lawyer had said she should have pressed Bill for the house in Devon and for a larger share of the firm that they had run together…her firm originally.

Seven years of a toxic, emotionally abusive, adulterous marriage were finally over. She could scarcely believe it. There was only one thing left to be undone.

Carefully, Lizzie slid her antique Tudor gold engagement ring with its pyramid point diamond from her ring finger.

She was finally free.

Winter 2022

An old-fashioned bell jingled as the young man entered the high-end jewellers. Dressed in black leather from head to toe, his long dark hair falling over his slender shoulders, Will wasn’t the usual style of customer that the antique jewellers attracted.

With two free days between gigs, he had seized the opportunity to check out a Tudor ring that he had seen advertised online. He needed the ring to be authentic when he finally plucked up the courage to ask Lizzie to marry him.

When the manager brough the ring out for him to view, he knew instantly that this was “the one.” A pyramid point diamond, set in a simple gold rectangle with some worn engraving on the ring’s shoulders.

As he slipped the ring in its black velvet pouch into his inside jacket pocket, Will wondered how many true loves it had shared over the last five centuries.

(credits to the owner of the image – sourced via Google)

Beltane is fast approaching….are you fired up?

I saw the above picture on Facebook last weekend and it struck a chord.

Change is afoot in my world and I’ve spent the last few days contemplating it. That picture filled me full of a renewed sense of hope.

“So, what’s Beltane got to do with it?”

“What’s Beltane?”

Beltane is a pagan/Gaelic celebration that marks the midpoint between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. This year that’s 1st May. As a festival it was gradually dying out by the middle of the 20th century but since the late 1980’s it has seen a rekindling. (See what I did there? Hee hee)

Beltane is a fire festival.

According to Irish mythology, Beltane marked the beginning of summer when farmers would lead their cows out to the summer pastures. To celebrate this, ritual bonfires were lit and the local people would walk round or in between the fires with their cattle. These fires were believed to have protective powers. At this time too, every household’s fire was doused and relit with embers from the Beltane fires. It was a time for feasting and celebration.

Beltane is a celebration steeped in the shedding of darkness (winter) and the welcoming back of the light (summer).

It’s a time of change. A time of transition and this year for me personally, its significance isn’t lost on me. (More on that another time.)

If you feel stirrings of passion for something or a need for new beginnings this week, trust your gut instincts and let the Beltane fires energise your soul.

That new project that you were thinking about…start it!

The book you plan to write…start it!

The new whatever it was you have been dreaming about…start it!

I have!

(picture sourced via Facebook – credits to the owner)

Saddle up…it’s rodeo time!

During my recent visit to Austin, Tx with my Boy Child for the Motogp weekend at COTA, we traded one kind of horsepower for another on the Friday evening.

The pro rodeo event was in town!

Before I go any further, if you are averse to such events, please stop reading and I’ll see you next week for a different blog. It is 100% not my intention to offend anyone’s sensibilities with this particular blog.

I will also add right at the start here that all living breathing creatures including humans left the arena unharmed.

Ok, still with me?

Rodeo remains a contentious event across the USA with many states restricting events or banning them entirely. (It’s banned in the UK and in many European countries) Professional rodeo events are strictly governed and sanctioned these days primarily by the Professional Rodeo Cowboy Association (PRCA) and the Women’s Professional Rodeo Association (WPRA).

In Texas, rodeo is the official state sport with Rodeo Austin being one of the top five pro rodeos in the USA. Rodeo Austin is a non-profit organisation that been fundraising for the children of Texas since 1938. To date Rodeo Austin has awarded $9.7M in scholarships with 2525 recipients benefiting from this as they work to cultivate agricultural education. This was all positive news to me! Naively, I thought it was simply a two-week event for largely entertainment purposes.

Rodeo Austin is held at the Travis County Expo Center and to be honest, as we approached the site in our Uber, I really wasn’t sure what to expect.

Rodeo Austin is a family event. Outside the Luedecke Arena was a sprawling fairground complete with the obligatory Ferris wheel. It’s the first time I’ve seen a carousel where one of the options was a rooster than a traditional carousel pony.

As we were early for the actual rodeo show, we wandered round checking out the various food trucks until we found ourselves outside a large open barn with a sign saying, “Milking Parlor”. Curious, we wander in and came face to face with a Longhorn bull in a pen!

In the middle of the building, countless cows were being prepared for their appearance in the show ring. Never in my life did I imagine that I would see cows getting a shampoo and blow dry!

The rodeo event itself began at 7pm in the arena. Having had our hands stamped on entry with a purple ink cactus stamp, we took our seats in the bleachers ready to experience our first taste of rodeo.

How many of you have watched Yellowstone and had your heart stolen just a little bit by the inept wrangler and rodeo rider, Jimmy Hurdstrom? I know I have and Jimmy was on my mind as we settled down to watch the show.

There were nine events lined up for the two-hour programme. After a patriotic start, the first of these events was the bareback riding, where the cowboys have to last at least 8 seconds on the back of a bucking horse while only holding on with one hand. You learn very quickly that 8 seconds is a long time!

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The most dangerous event of the night is reportedly the steer wrestling.  This is where the cowboy comes in on horseback and wrestles the cow to the ground by grabbing it by the horns. I’ll be honest, I found this a tough watch.

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So, how do kids aspiring to be cowboys start out? With Mutton Bustin’! A group of kids ranging in age from 5-8 years old lined up next for their 8 seconds of fame when they got to burst out of the chute riding a sheep bareback. This really was a firm crowd favourite and just too cute to watch. It was great to see the winner being awarded the treasured rodeo prize of a belt buckle, same as the adults. Not sure anyone managed the full 8 seconds to be fair.

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Probably my favourite event of the evening was the ladies only event – Barrel Racing. For those who don’t know, barrel racing involves entering the arena on horseback at full speed then sprinting in a cloverleaf pattern around three barrels. Fastest lady wins and there’s time penalties if a barrel is knocked over. The speed of this event is a sight to behold!

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The last rodeo event of the night was Bull Riding. Fortunately, none of the bulls involved horns as impressive as the Longhorn we’d see earlier! These bulls are huge animals! Why anyone in their right mind would want to attempt to ride one is beyond me. Kudos to the cowboys who do, especially to those who lasted more than 8 seconds.

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The evening was brought to a thunderous close when the horse that had appeared earlier stampeded rounded the arena to take their lap of honour.

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Definitely a cultural experience that created memories to last a lifetime.

April is National Poetry Month….

Did you know that April is National Poetry month?

National Poetry Month is celebrating its 30th anniversary this year.

This annual celebration of poetry originated in the USA in 1996 as a way to increase awareness and appreciation of poetry. Two years later the celebrations spread to Canada and its popularity continues to grow. (The UK celebrates Poetry Day in October so we’ve still to get on board with this celebration.)

Something many of you might not realise is that I was published as a poet several years before I made my debut as an author. Poetry has always been close to my heart.

English class was along time ago but three poems from those high school days have stuck with me over the years: –

The Coming of the Wee Malkies by Stephen Mulrine

In The Snack Bar by Edwin Morgan

An Irish Airman Foresees His Death by WB Yeats

(Feel free to Google them once you’ve finished reading this.)

When my son was little, he attended a speech and drama group through his nursery class where he had to learn various poems. Memories of two of those continue to make me smile: –

Thank You, Dad, For Everything by Doug MacLeod

Daddy Fell into The Pond by Alfred Noyes

Over the years I have shared many of own my own poems on my blog. I love to write acrostic poems where the first letter of each line reads downwards to spell a word. There are several of those in my poetry anthology, Beginnings, that I published a couple of years ago.

A bit like journalling, I use poetry to express my unspoken emotions. It can be an amazing emotional release!

I firmly believe that anyone can write poetry. So, my challenge to you, as part of National Poetry Month, is to write a short poem and to share it in the comments below. I’ll never ask anyone to do something that I am not prepared to do myself so here’s mine.

Pick a theme or a word.

Ordinary items will do.

Explore its meaning to you.

Test your abilities.

Relax and enjoy writing it down.

You might surprise yourself.

For those of you who have not yet found my poetry anthology, here’s the link-

Beginnings – a collection of poems – Kindle edition by McCallum, Coral. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.

Beginnings – a collection of poems eBook : McCallum, Coral: Amazon.co.uk: Kindle Store

(image sourced via Google- credits to the owner)

A Rail Spot For ……BATS…lots and lots of bats!

Decades ago, I developed a fear of bats. I’m terrified of them!

The fear originated when I was about 12 years old and one on me indoors! We were on holiday and staying in a holiday house. The living room was at the front of the house and the loo and the hall light switch were at the back of the house. One night, after watching tv I was walking down the hall in the dark on my way to the loo when this thing brushed across the side of my neck. It was the creepiest thing I have ever felt touch my bare skin! As my mum will testify to – I screamed the place down!

It was a bat.

After terrorising me, it had flown into the kitchen where my folks spent the next hour trying to catch it to set it free. The creature eventually fell, exhausted, into the sink. My dad trapped it in a tea towel and cupped it in his hands. I remember him bringing it into my bedroom to show me my attacker.

I’ve been absolutely terrified of them ever since.

Move on forty some years and I found myself in Austin, Texas for a few days. Fabulous city but one of its main tourist attractions is the bat colony that lives under the Ann W Richards Congress Avenue Bridge in the heart of the city.

Every night at dusk the entire colony flies out from under the bridge. Folks wait on the bridge and down on the banks of Lady Bird Lake or in boats on the lake for hours waiting for the bats to flock out.

The very thought sends shivers to my core!

When I first visited Austin two years ago, I declined to go and watch this spectacle.  I recall walking under the bridge late afternoon one day and hearing the bats stirring. They were chirping and squeaking. That was as much as I could cope with that trip.

However, some fears perhaps need to be faced. So, big girl panties pulled up, I agreed to go and watch the bats fly out for the night.

The bat colony in questions are Mexican Free-tailed bats. They took up residence under Congress Avenue Bridge around 1980 when bridge renovation work created perfect narrow dark warm crevices for them to hide in.  The bats are great for the local environment as they consume a huge number of insects, including mosquitos, evert night.  Its estimated, depending on the time of year and size of the colony that they eat between 20 000- 30 000 pounds (9 -13.5 tons) of bugs a night!!

So, how many bats are lurking under the bridge?

Numbers vary depending on the time of year. At peak season, after they have bred, there are 1.5M of them.

At this time of year, their numbers are considerably lower. There were around 150 000 in residence while was in town. More than enough for me, thank you very much!

On our first night in town, Boy Child and I headed to the bridge as the sun was setting to secure our rail spot for the night. Definitely not my usual preferred kind of rail spot! With my stomach in knots, I stood leaning on the rail watching the kayakers and tourist boats gather below on Lady Bird lake and the crowds gather on either bank and around me. My heart was pounding as I waited.

Eventually, the bats began to emerge. I had expected them to fly out in a big group but on this evening they came out in several smaller groups with many of them spending time flying round the columns of the bridge itself. It was getting quite dark as most of them flew east across the sky.

Congress Bridge bats in Austin Tx 260326

A few nights later, we were waling back across the bridge to our Air BnB after dinner as they were emerging again.  This time it was earlier in the evening and it was lighter. It was also less windy and I suspect that plays a part here too.

We stopped on the bridge for a second time to watch them set off for a night’s hunting. This time they swarmed out in a constant flow of tiny fluttering critters.

Congress Bridge bats in Austin Tx pt 2 290326

Congress Bridge bats in Austin Tx 290326

I’ll admit that seeing them swarm off across the sky was an impressive sight. I shudder to think what 1.5M of them looks like!

As I walked back to the Air BnB I was pondering two questions – where do they go every night and when do they return?

I guess I’ll never know.

Spring is all around us…. you just need to look and listen

In the UK the clocks have finally gone forwards, the final declaration that Spring has arrived. Woo Hoo!!

For the meteorologically minded, Spring began four weeks ago on 1st March.

For the astronomically minded, Spring began last week with the Spring Equinox on 20th March.

For the Pagans among you, Ostara was celebrated on 20th March.

There can be no further argument. Winter is finally over! Hallelujah!!

(I hate winter! It’s too damn dark and cold.)

As I went for a quick lunchtime meander on the Equinox, I was surrounded by clear signs that this is the season of new life and renewal. The birds were singing their hearts out in the trees. There were a few orange and black tree bumble bees foraging. The sun was shining and it was warm! But what struck me most was the flowers.

After months of bare branches and distinct lack of colour, Mother Nature was working her earth magic and there were several wildflowers in bloom.

Aren’t they pretty?

And as we savour the delights of Spring there’s something else just around the corner to look forward to…. Summer!

The Measly Jar of Motivation- Midday (acrostic poem)

Morning daydreaming of being

In your arms for even the briefest of hugs

Daring to hope it might happen

Dread filling my heart that it won’t

Almost noon…would you be waiting?

Yes!…