(in regard to the youngest
of our deux daughters,
who as an infant diagnosed
with development delay,
and blessed with needs based
supportive services so
academic accomplishment
warrants a commendable
accolade of praise,
no matter she matriculated
and graduated after
about a half dozen years
amassing the necessary credits)
a violist’s dream
I found to be an enjoyable read...,
where this bookworm vicariously
basked in trials and tribulations
(joys and sorrows)
among and between fictional
lives and glory
of two stalwart individuals.
The the two main characters
June Elizabeth Merriweather
and Conrad
(teased being called Connie
as a boy) Grayson Everleigh,
a protagonist and antagonist
(in the mind of
yours truly - me respectively),
whereat the former
narrates most of the story
titled Gatehouse At Bluster Hill
ANGRY SKIES
I’m sure that I detect a rumble of distant thunder
The air seems strangely heavy, with much in store
I suppose there will be the usual flashes of lighting
Yet it is just another storm, and hardly frightening
But when all goes silent and still, then it feels raw
With a growing sense of dread and left to wonder
Stout hearted ramble,
but one must tread warily,
”Nipper”
A small dog waits
beside the brass horn,
ears lifted,
body held in that soft readiness
only devotion can teach.
Once a wanderer,
he learned the shape of shelter
in the warmth of a single voice.
Now the room is quiet,
yet he leans
toward the horn's bright mouth
as though a familiar breath
might rise again
from its painted metal.
Brush in hand,
he works the canvas again,
colours deepening
around the small dog's frame.
The horn waits, bright at the rim,
and the dog leans toward it,
The poet speaks within,
then moulds words for the world,
to usher joy at dawn,
hopeful beginning, lyrical address,
writers dream to engage with,
the sky, sea, town, earth,
audience of environs astounding,
each creative person learns to listen,
they long for a heartfelt response,
the day and morning unfolds,
town and city veil dispersed,
curtain now raised aspiring,
a cast thriving on ovation,
motivated by an external plot,
horizons that tower cloudless,
yet each now word painting,
a deep yearn to span,
and spread enchanted plea,