Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Ferns

I've been wondering what to write about for my next post, and have so far failed to come up with something a bit more down to earth than the last one to maintain a good mix. Since I've been unsuccessful on that front, I give you this instead:

I love ferns. They are my absolute favourite type of plant, and thinking about them tends to inspire a wistful state in me. I imagine a world of fairies and fireflies. A tiny Utopia with nectar served in flower buds and crumbs of cake on petal plates. A dream of moss mattresses and naked dances in the moonlight under toadstools. Yep, ferns are fantastic, and they inspired the following writing. I was simply playing with the sound and feel of the words in my mind without trying for anything especially cohesive. I'm in love with the last sentence.

Ferny green light.
Tendrils curling velvety.
Lace-like dendrite spreading wide.
Forests of verdant shoots in miniature.
Glory in the lustful spore-covered underbelly of the fantastic Utopia.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Run

As she strolled along the corridor an ancient feeling came,
That primal urge to speed her steps, felt deep inside the brain.
She willed herself to keep control, a slow pace to retain,
But the wish to check behind her persistently remained.
Now just because she told herself her feeling was insane,
This pile in the corridor is what's left of her remains.


Edited because the first version had some issues. :)

Blogging again

I seem now to be posting  only once a year, and I hope to change that. Then again, I've had some pretty good excuses for not posting in the last 6 months at least, that being the increase in the size of our family from 2 to 3 with the introduction of the Pukwudgie. She is 6 months old now, and I've been sleep deprived for a little longer than that. She's not sleeping through the night yet.
But despite the ongoing sleep deprivation, I still somehow am feeling slightly more human, and being more human, I really need to start doing some more things with my brain.  I've become very good at entertaining babies, and I love doing that, but there's more to life, and I do need to do more!
While she's asleep.
That's my life now. 45 minute blocks of time to myself, then an hour and a half dealing with baby and trying to get housework done at the same time, on repeat endlessly. Evenings are slightly better. We have two to two and a half hours to ourselves before bed, assuming The Pukwudgie stays asleep.

And now I've forgotten where that was going.  Maybe something about not doing work during the sleep time, only leisure activities (which includes writing). I don't remember. That's a sleep deprivation thing, memory loss. I'm very familiar with it these days. And difficulty forming sentences.  At least when I'm writing I get as long as I need to figure out that word, you know the one... it's on the tip of my tongue.

So after that bit of rambling you might be wondering where I was going with this entire post. Well, it's been a couple of sleep-wake cycles since I started writing, so actually I'm not certain that even I know the original point. But my best guess is that I was just trying to assure you (or maybe just me) that I do intend, yet again, to do this more often.
Or maybe I just wanted to see if I could still write.