appreciated ... at last

It's been ages since I started to write and started is the best word because I can take a record breaking time to finish something. For about three years I've been wanting to write about something quite specific in my life and I've never been able to say it properly. Something has always not been perfect about it. It has to be perfect because it is delicate like a wing or sugar grain. Here it is, and it is about to be published by people who appreciate it. Please take a look and have a comment.

BIRDS

Pigeon ladies, help you down the stairs
I'm waiting at the bottom for you to jump up
and tell me it's a joke.
Frail fingers decorate the lounge
while in the kitchen I hold onto the the wallpaper
like a sorry sparrow, I listen for a
miracle.

You pace yourself and we're always ahead
annoyed and upset you can't go faster
and the white tailed doctor has become a regular
shouting won't make you better, he says
but the volume and the twirping
get louder every day.

This is magic birdseed
it makes your insides green so the doctor can see what's inside
and inside the house I can see what's outside your heart
it's bruised a little/little
and mum is running around with
black paper
to cover the windows
and stuff inside the telephone

Magpies, lot's of magpies
sister magpie scurries everywhere
there's an empty church here
but everyone has lost God.
And everyone has left their mirrors
and forgotten their fathers eyes.

You're broken a bit robin,
and I cry and hold you delicatly
and ask what to do,
what to do without you

your little eyes glimmer
and someone has selotaped your mouth
and stolen your hair
and broken your wings
and replaced your nest
and all you can do is sit in silence
because I am too afraid to disturb you

I asked the air to take you
so you left quietly
and I watched you, sweetly
with your peardrop hair and
red red chest,
pick up your last treasures and gently
fly away.


(c) amelia j smith 2006

Anthems

This is the last day of my easter holidays and I spend it working. RIGHT? I did that, I did that today, spend it working and I just realised it now and it's 7:19. I'm so furious and now I feel like I can't regain this. All because of university, and all because of a HUGE folio. However, there is a silver lining, It's finished.
Yowza, I own.

I had a nice weekend, Someone asked me earlier what I had got up to in my weekend and I forgot but I remember now.

You know that way when an annoying child tells you something that you know on the grand scheme of things doesn't matter and 'when they grow up they will realise this' I do that alot, I dismiss things people say as, aw it all doesn't matter. But today I am the child and I am going to tell you something that TRAUMATISED me.

I was on the train going to glasgow, and this is a normal thing for me so I was at no discomfort atall, peacefully enjoying my journay listening to the pod. People get on and off AS TRAINS DO, and during the course of the journey two guys sit next to me, a slightly 'manly' men of two who were 'goan oot tae get sozzled man' whatever though, I am used to such sights. So we gets past bridgeton and under we go the tunnel, two seconds later a huge bang and I saw sparks and the train lights went off. At which point two things happen 1) the menly men squeal like girls and 2) I suddenly think , This is it, I'm going to die.
NOW THATS THE BIT THATS SILLY , but I'll explain myself -
Natural reaction to trains + big bangs + sparks = Bomb / Explosion of some sorts
PLUS the added issue of a tunnel!
Right so, After I realised it wasn't a bomb the conducter starts to drive again to find out someone dropped a BRICK onto the train and it blew a light fixture.

In those brief seconds I didn't get any 'MY LIFE FLASHED BFORE MY EYES' thing, ut that would have been good.
I was meeting my sailor who LAUGHED at this story.
Don't laugh at this.

FREE AT LAST

Hi bloggers and loggers and watchers and peepers.
I painted a picture today. Of the ocean! So I thought maybe in this episode I'd show you some of my 'artwork' y'know?



This is the ocean I speak of, I used glue and tissue paper, t'was a masterpiece really, if I say so myself.



this is a lady on a seat.



This is some stuff I did for art in school.

THIS IS THE STORY OF MY LIFE