You are so cold
A frostbitten soul
Me, frantic incandescent
Trying to warm us both
On embers of visions
And flames of memories
You are beyond my heat
Frigid, rigid, crystallized
This expedition is a failure
I’m no match for the elements
Erebus’ dreams flicker out
Crushed in your icy, uncaring grip
Sinking to crystalline depths
Preserved in icy midnight
A frozen spark of hope lost
In the Arctic of your soul
~ kei
28 October 2015
We are celebrating Canada Day and I expect to be away from any electronic distractions and so, a post of my usual ADD / Two AM thoughts / Random about Canada, Canadians and love of place.
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A little bit of sass and humour:
Oh! My baby makes me feel so fine
My crabby but sweet little porcupine
Lovin’ her, it hurts so good
Just like my Mama said it would
Her quills are tipped with Love Potion #9
My prickly and funny valentine
You know I ain’t never gonna leave her
Cause she’s my red and white hot-blooded
All tattooed and studded
Best Canadian Beaver!
Oh Canada…
(Original post on Eclectic, August 2014)
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The musical interlude:
“The Maple Leaf Forever” should have won but I’ll be belting “Oh Canada” in both official languages.
and
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The true sentiment of the day and a flourish of flag:
I have lived here since the world began and Kanata just a village. I have been a Loyalist. I have been an immigrant. I have been a British Home Child, a War Bride, a disgraced European noble and the Prime Minister of Canada. Every shade of the rainbow and from sea to shining sea…
I am Canadian and Canada is Me.
~ kei
1 July 2015
Sunday Photo Fiction: October 19 2014
Here is a description of the challenge from the blog, Sunday Photo Fiction, hosted by Alastair Forbes:
“Every week on a Sunday, a new photo is used as a prompt for Flash Fiction challenge using around 200 words based on that image. Your story does not have to be exactly what the item in the photo is, you can make it anything you want, and enjoy what you write, and we will as well.”
Here is today’s photo challenge:
©A Mixed Bag 2014
Elizabeth Again
Genre: Fictionalized History
Word Count: 199
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I couldn’t contain my excitement, gazing for at least the tenth time through the lens trying to catch sight of the steamer.
After several years of hopes, prayers and endless disappointments; a ray of hope had come my way at a quilting bee last spring. The first of the “Home Children” would be looking for families here in Ontario. I couldn’t contain a little rush of tears when John and I received the letter confirming, a girl would be coming to us from Maerdy. My dearest John, how we’d looked forward to children in the early years! Alas, we were still childless and a home without the laughter and dreams of little ones seemed a bleak future.
Here at the docks of the St. Lawrence, we waited patiently for the steamer to come in. At least John was patient! One last peek through the glass…
I knew her immediately. Tall for her eight years, wavy auburn hair, cut short in the Institution’s fashion, white dress and pinafore over dark stockings that all the Home girls wore. It was her eyes that I knew. Deepest blue and finding mine through the lens, straight to a mother’s no longer lonely heart.
~ kei
19 October 2014
Note: My Great Gran is Elizabeth and one of Dr. Barnardo’s Children (British Home Child). She came to Canada with her older sister. There are many sad tales of this program but my Gran’s is one of the success stories. She obtained a degree from the Toronto Ladies University, returned to Wales to marry and begin her family, my Grandmother being one of those. The Thomas family later made their home in Ottawa, Canada, embracing their chosen country fully. Great Grandpa Thomas is honoured in the Book of Remebrance on Parliament Hill for his military service at Passchendaele in World War I. Gran was an involved pillar of the community and a huge part of my life in ways immeasurable.
Rwyf wrth fy modd i chi Gran.
