The Tamed Classes

More dreams...a fortune teller who told me to invent a game in a moment; I invented one whereby two things had to be passed around a crowd of people. Who ever ended up with one, at a certain point in the music, got paid. Whoever had the other had to pay the first person a shilling. I think there was a pea involved somewhere. It was the best I could do in the time I had.

There were other things, too, a wedding party, and a friend speaking to me on a serious matter...but I think the other things are imprinted strongly enough in my mind not to be recorded here.

We had a good bank holiday weekend, complete with home improvements and barbeque. I don't know, decking in the garden, Neals Yard in the bathroom... It occurs to me that come the revolution, Wolfie may not be pleased with my credentials,even when I show him our recycling bins. Bop bop bop against the wall...

The Witch's Lesson

‘See, here, they are!’ She picked a bag of onions
And showed me faces on each sprouting head
they dangled in their sacks, each one smiling,
desperate to plant themselves in any bed

‘This way at first, but then they burst their green
Some skyward into rockets and the sun.
Some shoots just fall to earth, eaten by goats
who stink and chew and follow anyone.’

‘What happens to the rockets?’She just smiled
and showed me coins stamped with the crowns of kings.
‘These ones are rare, but true if they are found,
and make some beautiful and deadly things.'

I looked around the garden of the witch
the goats and coins and onions of her spell
From which so many creatures take their shape
And shape our world to suit themselves as well.

© Copyright and all rights reserved Debbie Gallagher May 2014