Sit and watch the rainbeams dance for joy
Gurgling giggling jumping on their way
Let your heart within you hope employ

Staid so many of us are and oh so coy
Putting rules around our every day
Sit and watch the rainbeams dance for joy

Let not sour convention glee destroy
Let your laughter with your child’s mind play
Let your heart within you hope employ

Many things are sent us to annoy
Days that turn from brightness into grey
Sit and watch the rainbeams dance for joy

Let your mind go free fresh air enjoy
Nothing here can force you now to stay
Let your heart within you hope employ

Dance on softest moonbeams do not toy
With light that sings and sighs darkness away
Sit and watch the rainbeams dance for joy
Let your heart within you hope employ

Fandango’s Friday Flashback

Fandango’s Friday Flashback — January 31

fandango invites us to post something that we posted on this date exactly a year ago. Here is mine:


I came across a scream one day
A’lying on the ground
I wondered where it had come from
Where could it’s home be found

I looked at it and saw it’s face
It was so full of pain
Contorted, writhing, pride all gone
I thought it was a game

“What are you doing here?” I said
It couldn’t answer me
It cried and groaned so terribly
Then silence fell on me

How could a scream be so bereft
It really should be heard
It’s loneliness did tear my heart
I couldn’t find a word

Some people came and looked at it
Said “What the hell is that?”
They stood and stared with open mouths
And then they went so flat

The scream jumped up and shocked them all
Oh what a pitiful sight
It found a mouth to be its home
It gave it such a fright

It rolled around in its new home
The owner filled with pain
She gasped and cried “Oh help me please
This scream I can’t contain

It must come out for all to hear
I have to let it go”
She opened wide her mouth right then
And tears began to flow

So let your scream come out my child
Don’t hold it deep within
Open your mouth and let it go
And live within your skin

#FOWC. Conspiracy. A Falling Out

FOWC with Fandango — Conspiracy

Jenny saw Cynthia out and returned to the living room after locking and bolting the front door firmly. She sensed that sleep was not going to come easily tonight. Pouring herself another glass of wine she looked idly at the book she had been given by Hugh. As she looked something fell out of it. It was a postcard on which was written the words,

“Don’t talk. It might be yours soon.”

Jenny’s hands began to shake. Who had written these words? What did they mean? What might be hers soon?

She suddenly realised that the book she was holding in her hand was about a funeral, albeit God’s! What was going on? Was this a conspiracy? So many strange things had happened to her of late. She started to try to put them all together in her head. She still could not understand why George and Jill had wanted to take her down to see their son with them, but not only that, why were they going to stop on the way and buy her clothes?

Jenny thought back to that Boxing Day night when George had put his hand on her shoulders and pushed her into the living room, after taking her car keys off her and placing then in a drawer. Hugh had been there then, albeit constipated and not feeling too well according to Jill. In fact, if she thought about it, Hugh had been around a lot, if only fleetingly, rather like a ghostly figure that appears and disappears. Jenny thought about the fact that Sarah had said something very upsetting to her that night after Evening Prayer, which caused her to need comforting, and she wondered now if that had been planned and done on purpose to make sure that Jenny put up no resistance to going into the vicarage. It was the next day when George and Jill had wanted her to go with them in the car to visit their son. “Of COURSE,” exploded Jenny, though there was no one there to hear her. She had an eerie feeling that had she gone with them she would never have arrived at their son’s with them, and would never have been seen again, except maybe as a body in a wood or something.

Suddenly it made sense as to why Hugh had been wearing gloves. He had reckoned without Jenny having company, it being a well known fact that Jenny’s husband was out of the country on business, and had expected to be invited in. Jenny shuddered.

What to do now? In the morning she must contact Cynthia.