At the bridge of the failed painter, I stoop and check the sagging timbers before placing one foot, then the other, on this sorry decrepitude. It cracks and pops like a first fleet ship, but the sounds are not ominous; more the rattled wheezing of an invalid friend. I proceed with care,sucking the thumb pricked on its splintery balustrade. Ahead, lies the gate and welltrod path and, branching like spider veins, the merest hints of tracks―overgrown, leading to a wilderness filled with possibilities. I stand and consider. Buttoning my duffel coat—a veteran of the moth wars, I step off the path, and into the weeds.
©L.M.Noonan
© L.M.Noonan 2009
After an incredibly hectic week --out every day; we are doing nothing...absolutely nothing during the Easter weekend. There'll be no easter egg hunts or paschal lamb celebrations (well, I am cooking lamb steaks tonight, does that count?)
Hope wherever you are you have a good one...
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doing nothing...now that is something I know a thing or two about and I think it is running its course so it really starting to lose its shine.
But there is nothing better after hectic times!
enjoy the time off although I know it won't be total time off...cooking for the brood, cleaning, thinking up a poem or two or maybe some work on the new show?
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