Are you scented with sandlewood, lady?
Does the tiger’s eye dismiss deluded fools,
And dash the dreams of poets
Upon the rocks of insolence?
Greetings, anyway. Your absence was noted. Now all you have to do is speak.
I think I might delete this post tomorrow.
8 comments:
Jeff, Jeff. Always skulking around, readind. Devouring. So don't mistake non-commenting for any diminishing enthusiasm for your words.
Also- about the first track on that blog- do you mean helen woods broderick- the wounded bird?
Ah, but I was missing your flag in the Flag Counter, too. Not that I trust the Flag Counter!
So lovely to hear from you. Thanks.
So that's who it is! Thank you, thank you, Lady I.
I'm confused, Jeff.
Are you? Oh good.
Zoe! How nice to see you (especially now you've got a fetching mug shot.) This evening was fading into a drab finale, and then you spring up and make it all better again. How do you do it? That's twice in three days.
That's the bouquet. Now the brickbat.
You're confused because you haven't been reading all my posts and comments, evidently. Had something better to do, I suppose. Hmmm...
This refers to my communications with the Mysterious Lady of Mumbai. She drives an SUV to work (I think,) but I see her riding a howdah across the tea plantations of Assam. I'm just made that way.
Anyway, she disappeared off the radar for a few days. I feared I might have offended her, so when she returned I wrote her a little poem. That's what chaps do, you know. Nice chaps like me, that is.
Do come to England, Zoe. I promise to buy you a double shot Americano in Costa Coffee, and take you to the stepping stones at Dovedale. You can hop across them to your heart's content. All I ask in return is a smile and a Pennsylvania accent.
See what I'm like late at night? Waste of space. But bless you anyway.
Ha, no, I knew there was a mysterious lady from India who had captured your heart. I had been following your posts, I promise.
Actually, I wasn't confused at all. I suppose I was just surprised. Was this the addiction you were speaking of?
Whoa, Zoe. Better consider this one over lunch. Knee jerk replies can be incriminating.
OK, firstly – my heart has only ever been 'captured,' as I would understand the term, four times in my life: by my young daughter, two dogs, and my most recent ex, Helen.
Secondly, I have to admit that there is a connection with this arcane (except to me) addiction that refuses to give up the ghost. But it's a tenuous one.
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