SPORT


THURSDAY 28th MAY 2020

SPORT 

by John Yeo

 Freedom to do as one likes is a hard-won state of mind.  

Freedom to enjoy life with the diversification that is Sport.

Support the team, follow the trials of athletics. 

Sportsmen and Sportswomen displaying incredible feats of sporting prowess.

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Many levels of entertainment come under the title of sport.

A beautiful creature torn to pieces by a pack of snarling dogs.

Such is the fate of some beautiful Stags.

 ‘All in the name of Sport, you know.’

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Then there are Pheasants,

A male bird has a colourful plumage, that can only be described as magnificent.

Sadly they are shot in their millions. 

‘All in the name of Sport, you know.

No harm done, they are bred to be shot.’

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Wild Ducks are killed by the sporting hunters. 

Killed for food and pleasure 

The exhilarating thrill of the hunt. 

‘All in the name of Sport you know, culling is essential sometimes.’

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The Fox can be a nuisance, randomly killing for the sake of it 

Leaving dead carcasses all over the place.

Traditionally Fox Hunters wear a smart red outfit,

Mount splendid Horses and follow the Hounds, 

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Revelling in bloodshed as a Fox is torn to pieces.

‘All in the name of Sport, you know.

No harm done, their death is all part of the fun.

The hunt is an established tradition.’  

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PIRATE QUEEN

THE PIRATE QUEEN 

by John Yeo

  The Pirate Queen Grace O’Malley, was perturbed as her ship pulled away from Clare Island. The plan was to sail to England and plead for mercy from Queen Elizabeth. There were just two major hurdles to climb. Her two piratical rivals Drake and Raleigh were reported to be at court. Granuaile, as she was popularly known, had encountered both of these pirate seafarers on the high seas and there was no love lost between them. The ship was first scheduled to visit Galway harbour to stock supplies. Granuaile and her bosun Patrick met with some fellow seafarers in a hostelry near the Spanish Arch. It was here she received a message from Queen Elizabeth’s spymaster, Walsingham, warning her not to attempt a meeting at this time as her two infamous rivals knew her plans and were waiting. However, the message clearly inferred she would be received by the Queen.

(149 WORDS)

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Word count: 149. Written for this week’s What Pegman Saw  writing challenge. Every week, Pegman takes us to a new place on Google maps, and we get to search around for whatever sights catch our fancy.

This week Pegman takes us to Galway, Ireland. 

Connemara Galway Folklore and Legend
Connemara’s bleak and beautiful landscape and strong tradition of storytelling have given rise to fantastic superstitions, folklore and legends which were passed down through the generations in tales told by a winter fire. The most legendary of these surely Granuaile or Grace O’Malley, a fiery 16th-century pirate queen. She married Connemara man, Donall O’Flaherty, one of the ferocious O’Flaherty clan members, and they lived for a number of years at Bunowen near Ballyconneely. Renowned for her bravery, wrath and lawlessness, she became the scourge of any English ship that dared to sail her waters.
Confident to the last she reputedly sailed to London to meet Elizabeth I, secure a pardon for her wayward son and a pension for herself.

AUTHENTIC ARGUMENT

Photo by John and Margaret

WEDNESDAY 20 MAY 2020

 

  I thought I would indulge in some flash fiction today.

The photograph is a picture I snapped in a theatre Margaret and I visited in Stratford-upon-Avon, five years ago. The bust that is central to this display is of course the immortal bard surrounded by colourful costumes. There is a small fountain tinkling away in the foreground giving some wonderful atmospheric sound effects.

Supposing, just supposing, the great playwright came back to life and applied to act the leading role in a production of one of his plays.

 

AUTHENTIC ARGUMENT

by John Yeo

A letter received by a would-be Hamlet.

THE AUTHENTIC SHAKESPEARE COMPANY

Stratford-Upon-Avon.

Dear Sir.

 We are pleased to inform you that your application to play Hamlet in our current production has been successful. In view of your extensive past experience of playing this role, and the excellent performance you treated us to at the interview. Please report to the director at the theatre next Wednesday morning, where you will meet the rest of the cast.

Yours faithfully,

Jonathon Milton

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Wednesday at the Authentic theatre

  ‘Hello Luvvies, wonderful to meet you all, I am here to replace your leading man, I hear he is not very well, I’m sorry to hear that. I’m William! I understand if we have a successful informal rehearsal first, then we can have a full dress rehearsal this afternoon.’

    ‘That’s right William, Grab a stool and start following the lines when we begin. You were very impressive during the interview, everyone was amazed at the way you read your lines from memory. Although there were a few anomalies and variations from the script. Nothing we can’t iron out though. After all, we don’t want to change the words of the immortal bard.’

    Later in the pub, the talk is all about the wonderful, trouble free rehearsal of the morning and the full dress rehearsal to follow, this afternoon.

    ‘William please  have another good home brewed stout! Sorry they don’t serve sack here, perhaps if we ask them to order some especially for you, then you can enjoy it while you are working here!’

     ‘Fine thanks! I won’t have another drink now. If I drink too much then I will be heady this afternoon.’ Replied William.

    Back at the theatre, William is shown to the star’s dressing room. ‘Here are your costumes made to an authentic Elizabethan design. Good job you are the same build as our previous leading man. The makeup artist will be along shortly.’

     ‘WHAT! I was under the impression this was an authentic production. You have even altered the original words out of all recognition. I know the author, William Shakespeare would never have applied modern day makeup. I am not a circus clown man!  I would like to see the Director.’  Shouted William irritability. ‘Get him at once!’

    ‘Yes Sir!’ said the stage hand.

   The Director arrived and was stunned to hear about this turn of events.

   William shouted at him, before he could open his mouth.  “If I’m expected to  mouth incomplete sentences and words that have been subtly altered, then to have this muck applied to my face, then I refuse to play the part. It’s bad enough that the original play has been altered forever over the centuries.’

  The Director scratched his head and firmly replied, ‘Are you mad? This play is a word-for-word adaptation from the Folger library, based on the First Folios. Now I suggest you get your coat and clear off back to where you came from!’

  William was taken aback by this attitude and as he was putting his coat on he shouted,  ‘I will refer this non-authenticity to the trades description department of the Lord Chancellor’s Office.’

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AFTERNOON TEA

AFTERNOON TEA

by John Yeo

MONDAY 18th MAY 2020

AFTERNOON TEA

I thought I would display a photograph of a varied bone china tea set that we were served with, in a delightful little tea shop In

town. We love the authenticity of drinking tea from bone china.

The presence of a tea strainer suggests there are authentic tea leaves in the pot. This is another aspect of the ritual having tea that has sadly gone to the dogs with the universal introduction of tea bags.

Looking closely at the tea set, it becomes clear that not one of the pieces actually match. They are obviously a mismatch of various tea sets that have been put together randomly. I love the teapotwith the birds and butterflies, this was probably from an expensive tea set that suffered breakages of individual pieces over the years and it now lives with the remains of several other tea sets. I wonder if the proprietors of this tea shop rescued these individual pieces from charity shops and jumble sales.

I hesitate to think how many people have enjoyed afternoon tea from these separate pieces over the years and under what circumstances. There must be a thousand gallons of water and washing up liquid and gallons of tea that have passed through and gently caressed the delicate surfaces. Every cup tells a story.

THE MIRACLE OF LIFE

by John Yeo

A tiny spark of dormancy waits for revival,

Encased in a fuzzy cloud of mundanity.

When time and the mixture of conditions allow

Growth begins from within the uncertainty.

A creation of beauty is coming slowly together.

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The beauty and the perils that await the entity,

As a fragile life becomes stronger with time.

The magical moment when a muddle of words

Takes a solid shape in a rough draft outline.

A creation shaped slowly with poetical guidance.

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Words encased with fine vibrancy, line by line.

Ringing through the portals of the poets mind.

The entity that grew from a shapeless design.

A thing of beauty with strength and fluidity

Produced and nurtured from a tiny seedling.

A vision; then the growth of beauty in words.

 

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THE MIRACLE OF LIFE

THE MIRACLE OF LIFE

by John Yeo

A tiny spark of dormancy waits for revival,

Encased in a fuzzy cloud of mundanity.

When time and the mixture of conditions allow

Growth begins from within the uncertainty.

A creation of beauty is coming slowly together.

~

The beauty and the perils that await the entity,

As a fragile life becomes stronger with time.

The magical moment when a muddle of words

Takes a solid shape in a rough draft outline.

A creation shaped slowly with poetical guidance.

~

Words encased with fine vibrancy, line by line.

Ringing through the portals of the poets mind.

The entity that grew from a shapeless design.

A thing of beauty with strength and fluidity

Produced and nurtured from a tiny seedling.

A vision; then the growth of beauty in words.

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OUTFOXED

by John Yeo

A prompt response to the weekly Friday prompt from ‘What the Pegman Saw.’ A weekly writing prompt to write a story in 150 words based on a different photograph from Google maps.

Joey was acting as a gambler, a man who would bet on anything that moved or resulted in a half predictable result. Joey had met a man in a bar in downtown Providence. Clarke Ball was an avid entrepreneur who was heavily involved in the cruel sport of cockfighting. A deal was in the offing. Clarke was pushing Joey to buy a Rhode Island Red cockerel.

‘You can’t go wrong with this local bird, you put the money up and we split the winnings. Of course you, as the owner will take most, I’ll handle the arrangements for a small percentage.’

Later the two men met on the outskirts of town, Clarke pulled a box off his van. Joey took one look, then turned to his new friend and pulled out his police ID.

‘I’m arresting you for promoting illegal cockfighting.’

Joey had outfoxed another foxy villain

(148 WORDS)

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NO EXCUSE

NO EXCUSE

by John Yeo

People are passing away here
The graphs tell a frightening story
The media screams in mortal dread
When a lockdown becomes mandatory.
This new deadly virus spreads rapidly
Infecting the populace everywhere
The daily toll mounts, life is cheap now
Our prospects are extremely unclear.

My determination for living today,
Rests firmly in the here and now,
Margaret, will always be my best friend
With me sharing every step of the way.
We face the rigours of age and decay
With no other weapons but our faith.
Faith that my wife and I will survive
And overcome anything in our way.

Our families touch our lives always
Entwined and part of us both.
As we face this pandemic together
With love and acceptance to all.
My soulmate and I came together,
We built our lives with tender care.
I look for her and knowingly smile
Whenever I turn round she’s there.

This new deadly virus spreads rapidly
Infecting the populace everywhere
The daily toll mounts, life is cheap now
Our prospects are extremely unclear.
We tackle this new plague together
Without regret, fear or despair.
We need no excuse for each other
Acceptance will always be here.

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