A prompt response for Master Class ~ Assignment ~ Mused Mourning
by John Yeo
The black-edged cards were delivered to many friends and family in distant parts, announcing the sad news, with the date and time of the funeral.
The deceased man’s wife had tears in her eyes, as she checked the wording.
The children of the couple, rallied round her, sympathetically consoling her, while holding back their personal tears.
There was no positive response over the next few days, just guarded replies expressing deepest sympathy.
The day of the funeral arrived and the dead man’s wishes were followed as the service in the little village church took place in his desired format.
We were gathered around the grave. Thirty people, composed of the close family and friends of the deceased, stood back as the priest mouthed the last rites. Some were openly crying as the poetic words were expressed over the remains of someone who was once a respected member this small community.
My mind drifted over the life of this unusual person.
His childhood spent in an unsettling wartime environment. Followed by a spell in a reasonably happy home, with brothers and then newly acquired stepsisters.
Then came Boarding school and the trials of learning in a regimented environment.
Youth, with the challenging teenage years, and the swinging sixties, with blue jeans and rock and roll. Girls and dances: Everlasting love, followed by several broken hearted partings.
Love and marriage, fulfilled with happy children and the many ups and downs of
a successful career, followed by a happy retirement.
My mind continued to rove over the peaks and troughs of this familiar man’s life.
How could he have found the dream, and lived with peace and contentment having experienced so many peaks and troughs?
My inner self, placed myself forward in time. Would my life’s end reflect the life I have led, or would my demise be just another death, mourned by the few, and forgotten by the many?
Perhaps if I follow my path through life and take life as it arrives?
My mind continued to drift, musing over the obvious realization that a life lived has already passed. The past is fixed and unchanging.
I will certainly live life while I have a life to live.
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PanoplyDaily Prompt on WordPress 3rd December 2016 ~ PANOPLY
Titania and Bottom in a scence from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, by Edwin Landseer. Public domain via Wikimedia Commons –
A PANOPLY OF FOOLS
by John Yeo
It was a rather special afternoon all the members were holding their breath in anticipation. Today was casting day for the local drama society, rumour had it that some extraordinary special guests would be attending the auditions.
The play we would be performing was to be William Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream.
I had reluctantly joined the West Chester drama society at the behest of my dear wife Penelope, who is a regular performer. This was to be a first, I have never acted in my life before and I was feeling incredibly nervous about the prospect. I gingerly made myself known to the other members of the group as we entered a local pub, “The Leering Donkey.”
“Hello everyone, I’m Peter, nice to meet you all.” There were several nods and smiles of welcome and approval from the assembled members of the drama group.
I was a bit unnerved, when a tall young man came bustling up and said;
“Hi and welcome I’m Lawrence. Wow! You will be perfect for the role of Nick. Penelope darling! Well done; your husband will be perfect for the role I have in mind.”
“Nick?” I asked, “I don’t remember a character by the name of Nick in Midsummer Nights Dream. I read the play last night at home!”
Lawrence smiled and said, “Don’t worry Peter, the character you have been selected to play has an important role to play! I think you will be perfect for the role of Nick Bottom. A very sought after role indeed!”
“BOTTOM!” I exclaimed: “You mean the character with an Asses head, the bloody fool?”
“Peter this is not just any old fool you will be playing here! Bottom is a very important fool. Out of all the panoply of Shakespeare’s fools Bottom is the finest. I think this role could be the start of a well-revered career: Bottom was one of the leading performers in the Mechanicals. I think you will be perfect for this part. Am I not right Penelope darling?”
“Are you mad? I refuse to get involved with this! Anyway! Who do you think you are calling darling? That’s my wife you are addressing.” I said, becoming quite annoyed by the sly inferences of this toffee-nosed idiot.
“Just a theatrical term lovey. It’s a great pity; Won’t you change your mind? I think you would be perfect for the role; I’m sure you would look exactly right playing the character with an asses head.”
“Bugger off!” I said walking out of the pub.
One month later Lawrence and my wife Penelope had set up home together. I swear if I ever wake up from this horrible dream, I will get my revenge.
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This article was written for “QUINTET,” our Parish magazine, requesting submissions on the theme of January Blues
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Sowing the Seeds of Recovery
by John Yeo
Uplifting Christmas carols and music. Sparkling, colourful lights have now been replaced with the shock of the after-effects, and the cold gray winter weather of January.
A moment of taking stock, counting the cost of the revels that have gone before.
This time of the year can be a lonely time after the celebrations are over and the family have all left and gone their separate ways
We plan to visit several people, neighbours, and friends who we know will appreciate a chat and a few moments of company. A cheery word in the right ear can bring magic to a sufferer of January blues.
For some, January is a time of reflection on the past year, with high hopes for the future We feel the lowness of mood, that follows the high Christmas cheer, of the celebrations with friends and neighbours.
January is a month of gloomy darkness.
Cold, dreary weather, when the blue of the skies is obscured by gray cloud, midwinter frosts, and freezing temperatures.
There is a recognized uneasy mood affected disorder around, known as seasonal affective disorder or SAD for short. Light therapy is a way this disorder is treated by exposure to artificial light.
Perhaps another way to combat SAD is to bask in the benefit of the light that the enlightenment of the epiphany has revealed, by the special relaxed calmness that can be obtained through prayer and having faith that the future is a mystery that has yet to be solved.
Another way to chase the blues away is by planning a holiday, this is one of the most popular ways to combat the January blues. Just seeing piles of brochures with photographs of beautiful blue skies, and impressive surf with waves pounding into some golden sands is certain to lift the most downtrodden spirits.
Sadly the alluring TV adverts and seductive brochures, that drop through many of our letterboxes, can actually contribute to a deep feeling of depression, especially when some of us will never have the financial means or health to take advantage of them.
Again this is a time to be considerate and cautious, with the sure knowledge that things can improve with the reaching out of a warm connecting smile.
As a gardener and an avid grow-your-own enthusiast on my allotment. Easily the most satisfying, rewarding and entertaining way to spend those long January evenings, is with an enormous pile of seed catalogues and brochures; planning the growing year in advance. I can picture myself in the Spring, sowing tiny minuscule seeds, taking care of the seedlings to promote growth. I can close my eyes and picture an array of wonderful flowers in full bloom. I can picture fresh wholesome tasty vegetables that will bring a smile of satisfaction to my face with the sheer joy of accomplishment.
The January blues will swiftly become a faint memory as I look into the gardening future.
“Cheer up my friend Spring will certainly arrive. How are you today?”
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For today’s prompt, write a science poem. Your poem could be about science in a general sense, but you can also latch onto a specific field or story. Maybe write a poem about the scientific method, or juxtapose science against another idea like love, war, or cuisine. Remember: Science is the springboard; which way you jump is up to you.
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by John Yeo
Science nurtures the seeds of discovery
Checking and controlling data
Informing and inferring with method
Enquiring and establishing the facts.
Numerical and statistical testing,
Controlling and comparing variables
Establishing the proof or the truth.
Anti-science says things are OK
Things are never scientifically proved
We should just sit still and relax.
The universe is over the edge
The world will always be flat,
Everything will always be well..
Time should never be a measure.
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Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”