What Kind of a Name is Penelope?

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 06 Jul 2014
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Suffocating...say, I need some space,
I’d go for a drive.  She’d come along too, 
she says, just for the ride.
 
Park the car on the heath...walk for a while
in blissful silence, just the rush of the wind
in the pines 
 
and the whine of a distant jet,
its spewed, smoky breath, indelibly etched
on an evening sky.
 
She stirs up the leaves with her white,
spiky Nikes. Drifts on the breeze – a lapwing’s
cry, and the poignant reply of its mate.
 
“Bloody super sunset!” she shrieks,
her shrewish voice slicing the owl light 
like a knife.
 
“Makes one glad to be alive,” she squawks,
twirling around in a racy red number, 
from Harvey Nichols, so she said, 
of the Strand,
 
and, for some strange reason, hard to verbalise,
John Betjeman’s poem springs to mind.
 
To hell with Slough! Come, friendly bombs,
and fall on Aunt Penelope, right now.
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Comments

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

I love this.

Just didn't know what to expect until that last line.smiley

Some lovely lines, 'owl light' did you make that up, fantastically dedcriptive.

Lindy

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Hi there, Lindy.  So I had you guessing, eh?smiley  I'm sure we've all got an Aunt Penelope tucked away somewhere.  As to 'owl light' I can't take credit for making that up.  The Oxford English Dictionary  defines it as 'twilight', but it is such a lovely term, isn't it?

Many thanks for your lovely comment, and I'm so pleased you enjoyed.

Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I agree with Lindy,  great poem Tina.  I also liked that line she mentioned.  

Jenny. 

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Many thanks, Jennysmiley 

Hope your Sunday is a lovely one.  The sun is shining here, and I enjoyed a lovely hour or so in the garden with my daughter, so that make it special for me.

Tina

 

Submitted by lavadis on

Just the kind of writing I love.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Glad to hear that, lavadis.  Appreciate you dropping by to tell me sosmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by scratch on

Bliddy cherries sprouting out of season...  Lol.  Well done you.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bliddy birds ate all of mine...in, or out of seasonfrown

 

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Wshat a deliciously quirky scene.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Quirky...such a quirky wordsmiley

Many thanks for dropping by Vera.  Hope you enjoy an utterly unquirky Mondayindecision

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

Ha! Make it quirky. As you say that, I'm writing about a claustrophobic woman that used to walk her pet rabbit on a lead and smoke menthol cigarettes with filter tips! Couldn't be quirkier.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Can't wait to read it, Vera.

 Quirkily enough, for my sins, I used to smoke menthol cigarettes, St. Moritz, to be exact, back in the seventies, but I didn't take Mopsy and Flopsy for a walk on a lead...only Dario the budgy - until he pecked through it, that is smiley

 

 

Submitted by Denzella on

Twit two light.      Loved   the idea of friendly bombs falling on aunt penolope

Moya

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Pleased you enjoyed, Moya.  That Aunt Penelope sure does get aroundsmiley

Tina