My Winter Journey

Willow's prompt for Magpie#50 led me down strange pathways.  I was trying out the snowshoes husband Caddoc gave me for Christmas when signs and portents appeared in the sky . . . .

Nothing Ventured...

Whose woods these are I do not know.

My house is somewhere...  Down below
lies Abergele, straight ahead.
I'll take this Scenic Route instead!

My husband Cad must think I'm queer
To walkies take this time of year
past swamps and woods and frozen lake -
But Ada Trellis knows not fear.

But soon my legs began to ache
That sky sign? Surely a mistake?
The only sight I've seen for days
are forks in roads I did not take.

The woods are creepy! I don't like
this never-ending country hike
North Wales via Snowdon, Offa's Dyke!
Snow shoes? I need a motor bike!

(Phew! Abergele at last!  Change plagiarism from Robert Frost to Wordsworth)

Earth hath not anything to show more fair
than Caddoc with my brandy. There!
I'll dump my snow shoes in his shed
Take Winter Journeys in my head

in  future.

A Sepia Saturday Poem For Ada

Ada Trellis, my Beloved

When I looked at this old photograph of my Beloved today, I felt moved to declare my love to the world - or at least, Blogworld, and the followers of Sepia Saturday!

First And Last Love

Ada may not smile a lot,
but, by golly, has she got
what a gal should have, or not?

I keep her picture near my heart...
She's been my woman from the start,
since first love pierced me with it's dart.

And though her hair is turning grey
her lines and wrinkles, I must say,
make me love her more each day.

For she to me is the only one
who warms me like the golden sun,
and will do, till our lives be done.

Evening Hymn And Last Post?

While it is still Friday, and therefore the right day for creating 55 words of wonder or wisdom for Mr Knowitall, I have done exactly that, to continue with the theme of Beloved's previous post...

Slippery Slopes

We figure skate across marital ice,
some results being less than nice,
as the figures inscribed fail to please
and sometimes bring us to our knees.

But when we’re ruled by rhyme and rhythm
our bodies perform, they’re lithe and lissome.
We pirouette to the dance of life,
me (Caddoc Trellis) and Ada my wife.

Magpie#49

These 3 ladies are Willow's prompt for the week.  Enlarge the picture and you can see they are armed with skates!

You can see from my photograph alongside that I do not smile easy! So blame Herr Waldteufel and the cold weather for encouraging me to compose this pastiche. The fall-out is that my husband Caddoc has learned to play the tune on his wretched saxophone. Which would be fine if I could skate!

"Les Patineurs"  (Emile Waldteufel, 1882)



(Sing Along to the music.
Wait for the intro . . . Now, after me . .  One, Two, THREE!)

Skating on snow.
Ever so slow.
Skates catch in skirts
and then down.You. Go!

Down on your ar**
Oh, what a farce
Might as well try to
Skate. On. Grass

Where did you/all get those/funny hats/funny hats?
Aren't you a/trio of/silly prats/silly prats?
O.K., lets/see three ice/acrobats/acrobats
skating like/ar-ice-to/CRATS/ -to CRATS!

Why don't you/look for the/frozen stuff/frozen stuff?
Dare you to/swish and spin/in the buff/in the buff.
I'll heat some/soup when you've/had enough/had enough.

Don't look so/sour girls, don't/TAKE/the HUFF!

Get your skates on, then, girls
Try some figures and whirls
Awesome toe-loops and twirls
Or some lifting and hurls.

You're a joy to behold,
but you look very cold.
Are you much too old
Undersold
Over bowled
Growing mould
'bout to fold
So . .  I'm . . . told

Waldteufel's Waltz
danced without faultz!
Three perfect "tens"
when the music haltz

Mag Forty Nine
really was fine.
God Bless you Willow,
and yours, and mine!

Stony River's prompt promoting marital harmony...?

 See Stony River's prompt and the responses to it HERE.

Cheer Up, Caddoc!

Dear Blogfriends . . . look at the Musical Thoughts (below) penned by my devoted Caddoc in response to Willow's musical prompt. This is my answer to it, beloved.

Raise your windpipe to your lips!
Your Ada will not bark!  Her
love for you would be no less
if you played like Charlie Parker!

I, Caddoc, have a little extra to add to your offering, O Moon of My Delight!

Charlie Parker? Hmm. I see!
He had a lot more puff than me,
but would he love you, if he knew
your little foibles like I do?  

With love ,

from

C T.

 

Musical Thoughts!

If music be the food of love
I’d best play for my turtle dove,
But not upon a saxophone –
Or I’ll be driven from our home!

Inspired by Willow's Magpie #48!

P.S. If you are wondering about the saxophone, go HERE to read some of the back story!


And now it looks like you'll have to go HERE, because Ada has come back with a riposte! Doesn't she like to make life difficult?

Microfiction Monday #65

Stony Rover's metallic prompt gave Mrs. Trellis and Trellissimo and idea . . .

 Ada: “Caddoc? You in there?"
Trellissimo (tapping metal plinth experimentally):
"Come down, Mrs.T! Wherever he’s hiding, it isn't in the tin suit."

Six Word Saturday, January 8th.

"Six Word Saturday" asks all participating bloggers to sum up their lives in a mere six words.
Easy Peasy!

"Was going great.  Then Caddoc appeared!"





Pssst! Thank goodness Ada has now sloped off early to bed, and left her computer unguarded! Now comes my chance for retribution -  or at least, my chance to have the last word for once. Think on this, my little ingrate!
Signed, Cad X 

Magpie Tales#47

Willow presents a puzzling prompt this week . . .

It's a . . . . or is it?

A Magpie blogpoet called Freud

said "This is one prompt to avoid!

It's quite weird, almost formless.

The sculptor was gormless -

Now Tess will be really annoyed!"

A much wiser blogger said "Sure?

The sculpt really isn't obscure!

It's three figures entwining.

Cad with Ada reclining -

Note, Trellissimo, nothing impure!" 

Meanwhile, in another place, Caddoc posted his version...

Plea To Humanity

Build a human tower,
give it strength to live
and learn to work together,
to pardon and forgive
the petty altercations
that block the way to peace,
until a world emerges
in which all warrings cease.



And Ada posted hers...

 Is This An Example Of The Black Arts? 

  

Bodies? I'm not sure

of impure

Human Grooves

as implied

by limbs

in knots, tied

together - HerS? HimS?

More Hands And Gloves

Willow's Magpie prompt had a strange effect on me...