Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovelyRochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!
“I’ll give her bloomin’ comfortable, stuck up little -“
“Now then, Silas, give ‘Er Ladyship a fair chance… she’s not used to the countryside, brought up in a town she was, and well you know it!”
“Alright, Lizzy m’love, stop yer grumblin’. She’ll need to knock those airs on the ‘ead though. ‘Is Lordship won’t have it.”
Silas watched as his broad-beamed wife trundled off to feed the hens, bless her heart. The new lady of the manor wasn’t a patch on her.
Urging his mares to walk on, he delivered yet another load of straw for Lady Rainsford’s mattresses. She’d learn the ways of the countryside alright, once the red ants started biting…
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Watch your humans sit down – Woof! – we jump to our feet
to pour out your water and open the door
You know what you want, sometimes we’re not sure
You’re not so demanding, we just need to know
Your presence is a gift that you kindly bestow
One inscrutable look and we soon understand
You’re the top dog, the queen, you rule this fair land
Most dear Fuji-san, honoured Fuji-sensei
You are the true mistress of all you survey!
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This is an ode to the majestic lady who takes centre stage above. I have recently been allowed to take up residence in her home, feed and water her and generally fulfil her needs. She is a bit of a charmer and I’m not sure I would like to know what she thinks of me! Fuji (named for the photographic film brand, not the mountain!) is a venerable Newfoundland, a true grande dame!
I will link up to the dVerse Open Link Night later today. Please do visit to enjoy some very fine poetry indeed – and be inspired… Join us!
Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovelyRochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Here are the rules: Use the photo as inspiration, write a hundred(ish) words – and share! Here goes my offering for this week – and I welcome your comments again!
If Toby could speak, he would have a thing or two to say. The constant flow of immigrants and emigrants stepping over the threshold night and day had taught him a thing or two.
Pete had the cushy job, checking the credentials of those who wanted in, striking through the names of those who wanted out (although that was a relatively new phenomenon, to be fair).
It was always ‘St Peter this’ and ‘St Peter that’.
Nobody ever mentioned Toby, perched above the pearly gates.
Poor Toby, without even so much as a finger available to scratch that itch just above his right eye…
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