The Boss

Oh dear Fuji-san – Fuji-sensei

Dark, brooding mistress of all you survey

Regal in bloodline, of that you are sure

Graceful in body and delicate of paw

We jump and dance to each nuanced bark

Pavlov would be proud, for you it’s a lark

You have your routines, for walks and to eat

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!

Supernature – Friday Fictioneers

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle 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!

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Copyright – David Stewart

– Supernature –

They call it The Bell of Hope.

These days, there is nobody left in the remote village who was alive when the disaster happened. However, everyone from the tiniest child to the oldest matriarch seems to remember it, as if it was only yesterday.

Eyes widen, faces animate, hands gesticulate. The collective memory is like a fever – hot, rapid, infectious.

We outsiders are inclined to disbelief – until The Bell of Hope peals ferociously of its own volition each 21st February at 2.13pm. The exact time at which the sleeping volcano erupted and engulfed the houses clinging to its slopes.

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Hick! – Friday Fictioneers

Here is this week’s entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by the lovely Rochelle 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!

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Copyright Janet Webb

– Hick! –

Hmmm…

“There was a young lady called Dahlia

Who loved to drink sangria…”

No, that’s not going to work. I’ll just have a sip to get me in the mood… Right…

“There was a dame called Sandria

Who loved to quaff sangria…”

No, that doesn’t sound any good either! I need more liquid inspiration… Mmm, lovely! Right, let’s try…

“There was a young girl called Virginia

Who enjoyed a drop of sangria…”

For heaven’s sake! Thish poeming lark ish more clompi-, compil… harder than I thought!

“Maria! Maria! Where are you? Have you drunk all the sangria?”

Zzzz…. Zzzz…. Zzzz….

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