Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?
This is about me and my dad, having a conversation with him in my head.
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Month October 2013
Happy Days – Alastair’s Photo Fiction
Here is my offering for Alastair’s Photo Fiction this week, inspired by the photo below. Why not take part? And why not visit his photography and writing blog to take a look at his other photos…?
Copyright – A Mixed Bag
– Happy Days –
“Sir, we’re stuck.”
“For God’s sake, I know that! Just get them to sort it out!”
“Errr…”
“Is your radio broken? Look, I’ll use my phone. Don’t you have yours on you? What kind of security are you?”
“My radio isn’t broken, sir. They won’t help us.”
“What do you mean? I’ve got a COBRA committee meeting in 25 minutes!”
“I think they know that, sir. That’s why they have us hostage up here -”
“Hostage! What for? Who are they?”
“I understand that they want the London Eye to be nationalised.”
“You’re joking! Really and truly – this is a joke, isn’t it?”
“No, sir. This is just the first of many demands, apparently. They want fun to be owned by the people.”
“What?”
“The Home Secretary is stranded half way up the funicular railway in Aberystwyth, the Deputy Prime Minister is stuck on a boat in the middle of Loch Ness.”
“And who is holding us to ransom, may I ask?”
“The Ministry of Fun, sir.”
“And the joke’s on us, I take it?”
“It rather seems that it is, sir.”
Gloria! – dVerse Poetics
Something strange is happening in the ether. This week’s dVerse Poetics prompt yet again seems to have a certain connection with the unravelling of my own family history. I must confess, it’s like removing layer after layer of a very large onion!
This week’s prompt is all things Italian. Luckily for me (since I haven’t visited Italy), we don’t need to be obvious in how we interpret this prompt. As a bit of background, my mum used to take me to Birmingham Museums and Art Gallery every time we went into town, and I loved it. I now know that this place holds very strong and extremely fond memories for her, which adds to the joy of my own memories of our visits, which I adored.
I hope you enjoy my small snippet from my childhood – and take a look at all the other offerings on dVerse as well!
– Gloria! –
I spent my childhood here, or so it seems
A small girl, grasping her mother’s hand
Gazing open-mouthed at the glories above
Light reflecting on oil,
Paintings as lustrous as if they were finished only yesterday
And the brushes still resting, waiting to be cleaned.
If only I could reach up and touch
I just knew that my fingertips would pull away slick –
Sticky with vermillion, regal blue and baby-blush rose
A tiny remnant of Madonna and Child
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