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First Tuesday

I woke early this morning. I’d like to say it was natural, and I suppose, in the grand scheme of things, it probably was, because the invention of the alarm clock had to have evolved from somewhere way back when; and anything man-made is really humankind’s attempts at making things easier for others. Although sometimes easier is not necessarily more comfortable.

So, I awoke with a ‘comfortable start’ this morning. Not that I particularly enjoy the sound of my alarm. Ooh, not a pleasant way to wake up, but without it, I’d probably be late for work… in fact, I’d probably still be asleep now, some fifteen hours or so later.

I forced my eyes open, and once I had become accustomed to the darkness and realised that my eyes were in fact open, I checked the time to make sure that I hadn’t dreamt that the alarm had gone off. I mean, I once dreamt that I couldn’t sleep, so anything is possible in my head. Alas, my alarm had sounded. My Tuesday had begun.

I ached out of bed, and looked out of my bedroom window. Above me was the glorious row of stars that make up Orion’s Belt, or so I thought. And just over to the right was Jupiter. According to my on-line research, I couldn’t have been seeing these this morning, but in my mind’s eye, I was. I was too tired to argue with myself, so left it at that. I also found out that today’s New Moon is also another Supermoon, the second this year. With it being new though, we wouldn’t see it… and I didn’t see it this morning either!

The freshness of the morning air caused me to think how things would have been on day one of this wonderful planet of ours. How would the air have smelled on that very first morning? There wouldn’t have been any buildings, as there weren’t any people back then, which caused me to wonder how the plants would have looked, or would the area be simply covered in ice or rock? My thoughts then moved onto the first non-plant life forms, and the various species that evolved from then.

My thoughts then turned to the weather. It has turned very warm again here in the UK, on this day we call Tuesday in this year we call 2011. I wondered if the very first morning of Earth was actually a Tuesday morning all those millions of years ago. I wondered if it was raining that morning. I wondered if there was thunder and lightning.

I then found myself looking to that row of stars that I called Orion’s belt, and that very bright object that I called Jupiter, and wondered if they looked brighter, or nearer to us, on that very first Tuesday morning of Earth’s existence. I then found myself wondering if there would have been more stars to be seen back then, ones which now have reached the end of one part of their journey through existence, but back then would have been very much alive. Maybe going supernova to add a little more light to that thundery Tuesday morning of Day One.

I then wondered what I was doing, hanging out of my window at six of the clock on a Tuesday morning when I should have been getting myself ready for work. I looked into my mirror as I returned to my room, and smiled.

I may not have been here on that very first morning to enjoy that experience, but I am here today, and that is a close enough coincidence for me given the scale of the universe.

I also smiled at my reflection in the mirror, as I noticed my hair. I wondered how long it would take me to get it looking anywhere near decent. In that one split second, my thoughts of time and space disappeared, and were replaced by my more modern thoughts of seemingly great importance.

Yes. I woke up early this morning. It was a new day. Some things were different. Some things were still the same. My thoughts were, well, my thoughts… different as usual.

Morning

When Grease meets Hair. My Hair.

Hair Bear Bunch
I got hair
It’s multiplying
And I’m losing control
‘Cause the power it’s revealing
It’s horrifying

It better shape up
‘Cause I need a cut
And my eyes just can’t see through
It better shape up
It better understand
For my sight I must be true
Nothing left
Nothing left for me to do
Captain Caveman

I’m gonna get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, it’s what I need
Oh, yes indeed

It can blow
In all directions
It’s too strong to stay still
Better use my reflection
Cut away

It better shape up
‘Cause I need a cut
You need a cut?
That will keep me calm inside
It better shape up
If I’m gonna prove
You better prove
That my need is justified
Are you sure?
Yes I’m sure down deep inside
Wooly Mammoth

I’m gonna get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, it’s what I need
Oh, yes indeed

Nothing left
Nothing left for me to do

I’m gonna get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, it’s what I need
Oh, yes indeed

I’m gonna get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, honey
Get it cut off
Oo-oo-oo, it’s what I need
Oh, yes indeed

scissors-comb

With sincere apologies to any Grease fans.

Wyvern’s Plea

Wyvern's Eye
If you think I’m a dragon                                        But pay attention
More fool you                                                        Look up and down

Dragons have four legs                                       You may see my images
I have two                                                             All around town

I have long strong wings                                      If it’s a dragon
And a sharp barbed tail                                        That you think you see

Try to find me                                                        Remember the Wyvern
You will surely fail                                                 Remember me
WyvernWyvernWyvernWyvernWyvernWyvern

Candlelight and Shadowdance

Candle and ShadowWatch the shadows bob and weave
As the candle’s flame sighs and breathes
Glowing bright,
Fading low,

Suddenly, the flame once more glows…
The flame:  It dips, and drips, and      bows, and stretches
Casting shadows in all directions
The shadows dance as though connected
Wrapping around the light projected
From the candle that is very still
The flame is alive,
Yet the shadows
All act
Upon its will.

Ghost House

Haunted Mansion
This house is more than just a home to spiders, beetles and flies
It is also filled with occupants who wail and shriek and cry…

The White Lady drifts from room to room
Looking for her twin
Her sister, who so long ago,
Locked the cellar and kept her in…

The Knight rides upon his horse
Through the rooms on the upper floor
Fighting an on-going battle
That will go on for ever more…

The Count who lived here long ago
And didn’t want to sell
Stayed beyond the night that he died
After being pushed down the well…

The Friendly Girl who was so in love
With the boy from down the lane
Whose love outlived the two of them
And wants togetherness again…

The Lord who ruled his piece of land
With more than an iron fist
Whose bad breath, it’s said, manifests
As a green and pungent mist…

The Jester, the Joker, the Evil Clown
Who is seen in every room
Tries to make any visitor laugh
But makes them leave too soon…

This house is more than just a home
Each room contains a tale
Every bang is a sign that someone’s there
And not just a reason to turn folk pale