© Marie Marshall
🙂 Royal blue…
How clever of you to guess the colour of my handkerchief.
I’m standing up and cheering you Marie. It’s part my own celebration for understanding this poem but more because of the title and because you’re wondering if Nicaragua is the afterlife and because you’re wondering a whole bunch more. And so I flick my bic and raise my Che Guevara arm above my head…me and the flame waving back and forth now! This poem is a song and I wish I could play electric guitar and had a wah wah pedal, but I don’t; not yet anyway and that’s ok, I’ll just read it again.
You could do the unplugged version.
By the way, if you happen to know any yodelling cowgirls, I’m still looking for someone to set my song ‘I’m a stand-by-your-woman woman’ to music. Seriously. Well at least half-seriously.
i’m still looking for stand by your woman woman on your blog. I’m thinking my two neighbors might be able to yodel. They’re cowgirl roomates. Can you throw me a link? And we’ll see what happens with princess in my kitchen sink next time i pick up a guitar.
Marvelous. 🙂 Posting a link to this.
I am grateful for your warm support. 😉
My pleasure! 🙂
Temptations of an anti-monarchist anarchist. 🙂 – A beautiful romance of hidden lore. Very well written and with lots of sentiments.
Quisiera morir de sentimiento.
By the way, I had the Temptations in my sink LAST week. I had to move them into my bath to make room for the princess. I’m beginning to smell, but at least I get to hear ‘Papa Was a Rolling Stone’ on a regular basis.
Many thanks for the BIG smile! 😀
All those drains occupied by fairy princesses, temptations, rolling papas and perhaps so many others a reader still might not know about, we probably should advise the protagonist in favour of grandma’s much acclaimed washing trough as a viable alternative: garden ready, without concquerable plug hole, and placeable under all those different favourite trees, enjoying summer nature. 😀
You should see where I stash the Mamas and the Papas!
I really hate it when that happens. Liquid Scepter is the only thing that gets rid of it… Gets out corgi hair, too.
I draw the line at dogs in the sink.
Hush now or everybody will want one!
That’s the problem – there appears to be only one.
This is phenomenal! Have you ever read Sara Maitland’s short story “How (might be Why) I became a plumber”? It’s fab- about a menopausal woman, recently ditched, who then finds a crying mermaid in her toilet? It’s beautifully crafted, poignant and witty. I’ve come over from Doodlemum, where I’m as much a fan of your comments as I am of Angie’s doodles. I’ll be checking you out, now I know how amazing your writing is. Hope your princess returns soon ( if only to avoid you having to eat off the floor!)
Two days to go until she leaves for Nicaragua, and then I will be able to clear the backlog of dishes and won’t be in danger of having to eat off the floor. It’s all a metaphor, of course, but then you don’t need me to tell you that!
I don’t know that Sara Maitland story, but I may well go looking for it. I did once write a short story about a woman who fell in love with a tree…
I mixed a little wonder in, along with cayenne pepper.
Very nice. Just heard a concert this past weekend of the poems of Neruda, Garcia-Lorca, and Victor Jara set to music by contemporary Latin composers. One of Jara’s was about Che: el aparecido. https://www.poeticous.com/victor-jara/el-aparecido?locale=en Ashamed the US supported Pinochet who had him murdered.
So did Britain. 😦
I enjoyed the Jara poem set to music very much.
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