comment – Page 14 – three good words

November 24, 2014

in love and war

I will not
I refuse
to sell my integrity
for mere minutes
of another’s pleasure

I will not
I refuse
to compromise that which is holy
that which is mine
yes, truly
so very Me,
Moi-même

I will not
I refuse
for I have rallied my troops
and put on my armour
all my colours rolled from the ramparts
my sword honed, my shield ready
lances raised high
all my banners flying.

For my soul is my life
and my life is my soul,
it is mine to know and honour
and hold in that respect
I know I own.

It is what I am and what I was,
it is all that I may be:
my intimate circle
my private round table,
my personal holy grail,

Me.

October 19, 2014March 26, 2015

luna declining

To all you lovely people,
Hallowe’en is not far away,
so here’s something small for you to read
before All Hallow’s Day.

Merci for liking,
Merci for joining,
I hope you keep on reading, commenting,
and of course enjoying:
You truly are the best!

j.d.

Eyes seen in darkness
Scanning
A swish of a tail
A smell of far-off hail
In the air
There
No, there
Maybe…

Echoes howling faraway
A silent silvery back
Glides between shadows
Halting once or twice
Waiting
A shiver, real
tingling
icily
down young spines.

A lone figure standing,
seeing
everything
A glance, flickering
Shadows enveloping
the seven, hiding
Six disbelieving
Waiting in suspense.

Gasping, a whispered shout
Did you see?
Did you see!
A hand cupped hard over a mouth
A fierce whisper
Shut up!
Heartbeats racing
Silver bullets
waiting
for the ancient terror
lingering
In the dark of Night.

The howl so sudden
So close
No!
Shut up!
There!
RUN!
Screams piercing the night
Gunshots exploding
bright flares
in darkness
deeper
louder
Howls and Screams
Growling
too close, too close!
Confusion
Terror
Irrevocable understanding

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

…

I told you! I told you!
I TOLD you it’s there!
Crimson spreading
dripping
the scent intensifying
leaving a trail
Cursing
Crying
Prayers flying
From sputtering, trembling lips
This can’t be –
They’re myths –
They’re just make-believe!

We can’t, we can’t!
We must.
But that’s blood!
That’s real!
That’s a bite!
I don’t care, get inside
Get inside
GET INSIDE!
A scramble,
A struggle
back into the secure cabin
doors slamming
tires screeching
Lights fleeing into the night.

Luna declining
Silver fur gliding
Under old shadows
Into the vast Night
A moment of silence
before dawn, rising
A dim flash reclining
into misty worlds of silence
ancient spells
alive, living
Alone in the dark of Night…

October 8, 2014October 9, 2014

q&a

I was nominated for a Liebster Award by Ms Hesse of bdhesse.wordpress.com. Thank you! And no, I have not forgotten that my answer’s still due.:)

Write a post featuring this award, add the award logo and make sure you don’t forget to thank the person who gave you the award. :) Answer the 10 questions. Make up your own 10 questions. Tag and nominate 10 amazing bloggers that have under 200 followers. (Or under 1000 followers if you prefer.) Let those bloggers know they’ve been nominated for the Liebster Award!

+++ Apologies, but I’ll have to be a bit of a spoilsport in matters of awarding, I haven’t blog-browsed a lot of late. BUT if I do get 10 blogs under 200 on my must-read list, Liebsters will happen.+++

So, here it goes…

1. Why did you decide to start a blog?
I love reading and I love writing. Blogging is a great way to do both.

2. Are you a student? If so, what are you studying?
Nope. I was once, though. Fun times. Ahem.

3. Where is the best place you have ever been?
Hmm… I’ll say: Rome. Incredible place. The food. The history. The weather. Just don’t go at peak tourist time…

4. Who is your favorite author?
That’s a tough one. Well, here are a few I hardly ever say no to reading: Haruki Murakami, Zadie Smith, David Mitchell, Lindsey Davis and Terry Pratchett.

5. Who is your favorite band?
Oh dear. I love too many to pick, sorry.

6. What are your views on fan fic?
A select few are very, very good. Otherwise… let’s just say, I really enjoy the tumblrs So Bad it Hurts and MarySueProblems.

7. What superpower would you have?
Telekinesis. I think.

8. What would you do if you could change your appearance and become someone else for a day?
Ah, don’t tempt me. Dastardly deeds begin this way…

9. Are you an activist? Why or why not?
It depends. If supporting a small charity that helps orphans go to school is activism, then I’m an activist.

10. Do you have any pets? What are they?
A cat. I’m her can-opener and heating device. I know it’s love.

Since I can’t really award at present, I thought I’d just list some questions for you to answer, yes, you my lovely people. I’d love to get to know you, whoever you are who’re reading threegoodwords. And I really do mean you. :)

My Qs for your As:
1. If you could move there right now, where would you love to live?
2. Why did you start blogging?
3. Spring, Summer, Fall or Winter?
4. Which part of the day do you like most and why?
5. What’s your current favourite book?
6. What’s your current favourite song?
7. Off the top of your head, what’s a great movie quote?
8. What/where is the one fictional place you would love to visit?
9. Living or dead, fictional or not, who would you love to have a drink with?
10. Sherlock or Elementary?

Merci ;).

September 28, 2014May 16, 2020

an omg wtf moment

New York is the first city where I felt physically offended by what I was smelling. I’ve gotten annoyed with the results of sealed poubelles in Paris, and completely absent bins in London. Never have I smelled a stink like the one a few days ago on our way crosstown to Lexington Ave, just a block away from the Waldorf that was being colonised by the UN. It was a genuine ‘Oh my God what the fuck is that?’ moment. I covered my nose. I breathed low. Nothing worked. I didn’t want to breathe with my mouth because the problem of that smell was that it was so offensive. I did not want it in my body. My quasi-little brother Henry, who was with me during the olfactory attack, he said that such stinks were normal in the city. You can have this wonderful moment in NYC that is completely ruined by a smell so bad you just want to run. And he’s right. New York makes you understand what olfactory nerves mean, since your subjected to their assault far too frequently. We hotfooted it down the street until we got away from that smell. I still don’t know what it was. There are a lot of smells in New York that I don’t want to investigate. And they always turn up suddenly, like some invisible thug waiting around the corner, ready to punch your nose in the face. This week was inhabited by such a cacophony of smells (not scents; scents are nice, friendly creatures who invite you to sit down, have a drink and enjoy some fantastic rhythm and blues) that when I ended up walking through Chinatown I was relieved. Finally, organic smells. Strange and unknown to me, they were at times not pleasant, but I knew what they were, I could see their source lying outside in crates and bags and boxes, staring back at me in all shapes and sizes. Whatever it was that attacked us a block away from the Waldorf… that belongs on some ABC weapons list. That was just wrong.

September 24, 2014May 16, 2020

breathless

So this is it, The City. Not London. The other one. All lights at night, it never sleeps. An Empire State of mind on a warm September evening, meandering through busy, busy, streets

And then, suddenly, you’re in.

The rush the unstoppable beat to move from A to B to C to D all the way to the summit the elites to keep on going to only rest when rest is really needed to spend not a minute more than necessary to strive to strive to be to be now now it must be now show what you got what you are what you want to be work eat drink sleep and the essentials in between but don’t stop don’t hesitate think quick think fast think now on your feet walk and talk as if everything’s already booked till next week

and don’t show one sign of weakness.

Be yourself BE yourself BE YOURSELF now right now now Now NOW and achieve Achieve ACHIEVE creatively please even in the small niches the business/busyness proceeds prevails succeeds for success is real sleeping on Park getting its tinted-window-ed quietness its doorman-ed peace where your presence must be announced and there is nothing but doors windows and towncar limos in the streets while a block away Madison shows where life is living breathing hopping and skipping possibly screaming for more sweets and 53 years of solid wealth haven’t lessened the yearning for home the enraged disgust with the new/old home-sweet-home of the Upper East for behind the quiet within the smooth glittering spaces there seems little peace or so it seems it seems it seems to be giving at the seams and yet it works and works and works some more neverending the UN filling up the Waldorf and the living nations filling up subway seats don’t lean against the doors please don’t lose sight of your goals please don’t fall back in this breathless breathless breathless race to be a self a someone a me

And on 30 Rock, looking out, the city extends to a metropolis.
Breathtaking.