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Friday, 29 November 2013

The blades flashed in…

the weak winter sun.
Doris stood by the tree line at the side of the lake.
She watched, knowing, seeing and fearing for her only child.
Her cry whipped away on the wind, lost in the murmur of leaves
that tenaciously clung to the trees that gave them life.

It's late in the year for so many trees to be in leaf she thought as
she whirled across the thin ice.
Sadness accompanied her as she twirled faster,
ever closer to the black hole under the ice that to her, 
on this cold day seemed so warm and inviting.

Doris saw the pain, that only a mother can.
With every fibre of her being she willed her
strong daughter to beat her demons.

The melt water seemed strangely beguiling,
 as it slowly, silently crept ever closer.

'I know you're there, I feel your presence, 
I talk to you in the car.
It's alright Mum, I'm not mad,
just sad!'

Another facet of my rich and varied life.

 I wouldn't mind but I can't even skate…
well the only time I did, I had bruise on each cheek…
Argentina meet Buenos Aires.














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12 comments:

  1. nilly29 November 2013 at 22:51

    Deep and mysterious you are tonight, Lovely Linda.
    Mad? Sad? Bad? We're all a bit that way sometimes, I think.

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    1. lettice leaf2 December 2013 at 09:05

      I think it must be me only just hanging on in there. It sort of sums up how I feel at the moment… skating on the thin ice of normality. Usually I clod-hop through life with ne'er a care. It's novel for me to feel delicate. Doris with all her experience knows and is there for me. I feel her hovering.

      I'm too tough to go under, although it has been a struggle.

      Thanks for commenting Nilly it means a lot.

      LinX

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  2. Jayne1 December 2013 at 19:32

    I agree with nilly very mysterious Linda I am not sure I understand! x

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    1. lettice leaf2 December 2013 at 09:13

      Jayne, The skating was in my head. The bruises were very definitely on my bum. And yes each cheek was a mirror image of the map of Argentina, that bit was absolutely true.

      I've been in a dark place since Lettice died and the jolly me has found it hard to cope. That's it in a nutshell my dear chum.

      LinX

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    2. Jayne3 December 2013 at 17:55

      I understand now Linda, I really am so sorry you are finding it hard to cope. Grief is a strange emotion, sometimes it just washes over you and you think you will never recover, and then one day a memory will come to you and make you smile, a tiny light at the end of the dark tunnel. Stay in touch with us all. with love Jayne x

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  3. Carol2 December 2013 at 13:56

    Congratulations Linda ~ I have passed on the SUNSHINE AWARD to you for your creativity and positivism. I have acknowledged you on my blog.

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    1. lettice leaf21 December 2013 at 09:11

      Thank you Carol, I'm afraid I don't seem sunny enough at the mo to be able to run with it. The thought is very much appreciated though. Enjoy the sun, have fun, be happy.

      LinX

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    2. Carol14 January 2014 at 23:58

      Linda, I didn't expect anyone to do anything with the Sunshine Award ~ honestly. It made me smile when I got it from a blogging friend in Ireland. I was silly enough to follow the rules to the letter ~ that's the school teacher in me coming out. I hope you are doing better and finding your own routine again and looking forward to the new year ~ I did drop an email over Christmas to make sure you were OK. Take care Linda xx

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  4. the woolly dog17 December 2013 at 19:02

    It's some time since your last post, so I'm hoping that you're too busy with family and friends at this time of year to blog Lin. Wishing you a gentle Christmas. xx

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  5. lettice leaf21 December 2013 at 09:27

    There's a Lettice size hole in my heart which I've been in danger of falling into. That I'm afraid is the short and sweet of it. Thank you for taking the time out to ask, it's very much appreciated.

    I will return… already the green shoots of recovery (now where have I heard that expression before?) are popping up. So brace yoursen lassie!

    LinX

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  6. the woolly dog20 January 2014 at 20:44

    Dear Lin, I came across these words in a book a friend gave me a couple of weeks ago, and when I saw the words it made me think of you. The book was 'When Will There Be Good News?' by Kate Atkinson p.75... 'Knowing that when light is gone, Love remains for shining '. Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote it for her dog.

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    1. lettice leaf25 January 2014 at 18:12

      After weeks of never passing by, let only looking, I chanced on your comment. Although I cried, it was a cleansing cry… Thank you!

      LinX

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