THE VILLAGE

 

WICKED

 

TOMORROW

 

Tomorrow I will sing sing sing!

With the joy of living pouring out of me.

Words of feeling to share around,

To help feet strengthen on the ground.

Tomorrow I will sing sing sing!

With my body in rhythm swaying.

Telling a story to lift spirits,

To take them to a joyous place.

Tomorrow I will sing sing sing!

With my heart releasing. 

Each word with as much feeling,

To send everyone into happiness reeling.

Sing, sing, sing! 

Everybody sing, sing, sing!

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FAIRY CROSS COINCIDENCE

 

COME CLOSER

 

Come closer, come closer, let me whisper.

Come closer, come closer, let me say

How much you have meant to me as my husband

Every night and every day.

We have not always been angels; that would not be true.

Our sharp words of disagreement fly by in a moment or two.

As we support ourselves and others with our love and wisdom during lives well lived.

Come closer, come closer, let me whisper.

Come closer come closer, let me say

Now we are getting older, time speeds faster, it seems.

We take longer to do simple, remembered things.

Memories become a little confusing, and names are difficult to recall.

We back one another in sorting them into order once more.

Our delight at the ring of the doorbell when someone comes to call.

The sharing of new stories as we retell ones from our past recalled and recalled.

Come closer, come closer, let me love you.

Come closer, come closer, let me say

Our youthful passions have dwindled, yet love has grown.

A touch, a smile, a laugh, a look kindles a tingle every time.

Our pledge of love, long-lasting, staying together is true.

As we take one day after another, sedately muddling through.

How about a cuddle and a kiss? We are never too old for love.

Something we are so glad we have had together and never missed.

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THERE ARE CREATURES IN MY GARDEN

 

DON’T LET ME SAY

 

Don’t let me say I love you when I don’t.

Don’t let me say you are wonderful when you are not.

Don’t let me accept all the beatings and bruises, while keeping a smile in place.

Let me keep getting stronger and stronger.

Let me build my self-worth a bit at a time.

Let me tuck away a bit of humour to support me.

Reminding me of the approaching better times.

Soon I will face the future without you.

Soon I will do everything I want to.

Soon I will be beautiful again with no bruises shining through.

Music will send my heart singing and maybe a dance or two.

Now I feel confident I am on my way.

Now I will have a new place to stay.

Now I feel ready to live a new life on my own.

Oh, what an adventure; a bit scary maybe.

However, it will be my life, run only by me.

I have cut the strings and I am now free of you.

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A GLANCE

 

A SCREECH OF TERROR

 

I was sitting restfully for a moment after an active afternoon when screeches of terror shattered my peace again and again. 

An animal in trouble: what and where might it be? I listened for a second or two, trying to decide which way to go. 

Then a dog barked and growled aggressively around the side of the house. My first thought was that the dachshund had come for a return visit.

I headed for the front door, anxiously wondering what I would find. The screeching continued, seeming to come from across the front lawn. 

On opening the door, I caught sight of a young fox running towards the main gate, still crying pitifully in terror.

I equally anxiously clapped to attract the animal’s attention; the dog went on to join a couple in the lane; the fox ran back in, still screeching. 

Streaking across the lawn, it headed straight for a neighbour's solid wooden gate.

I gasped in despair: what are you doing? Only to see it flatten on the ground, squeeze its way under the gate and vanish.

The cries ceased and peace returned. I just hope it did not receive any injuries in the encounter. 

My other hope is it finds another escape route, as it was a young, growing fox and might not be able to wriggle under the gate much longer. 

Take care, my young friend, take care.

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PLEASE GIVE ME SOME SHOES

 

Please give me some shoes and rhythms I can dance to.

A flute, fiddle and drums rhythms I relate to so well.

So play away till the music reaches my feet and my toes.

A tap here, a flick and click there, then tap, tap, tap again.

Legs elevated one at a time in a straight line. 

Arms raised to add to the story.

Elegantly displaying my skirt’s twirling from time to time.

A stamp loudly and loudly again, as the music challenges me to follow.

Faster, faster, faster, faster!

Stamp, stamp!

Tap, flick, click!

Tap, tap, tap!

My breath is quickening, how much longer can I keep in step.

The final beat and note comes and the music ends, my feet stop and arms drop.

Applause rings out, I am now a proud Irish step dancer.

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NEW NOTE

 

Sat at the piano in a depressed mood. My hands lingered on the lower keys.

A song I attempted to sing was too low for me.

Moving my fingers to a higher key, the mood struggled along to follow me.

I went an octave higher and suddenly, they snuggly managed to fit and a song I did produce.

Bravely, I moved yet once more, and a delicious change took place.

The sweetest sound did at last emerge, to chase away my dour lament.

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FOLLOW THE TUNE

 

Follow the tune and open up your eyes.

Feel it trickle through every part you know.

With its gentle calling, move each limb to start following.

Breathe deeply, relax and drop your shoulders.

Stand tall and tighten up your core.

With the tune in mind, sweep your arms in time as though gently parting still water.

Move forward, rising and falling on heels as you move off, then on your toes.

Before you know it, you will be dancing to the tune, entrancing.

I hope I have got that right.

If not, take warning, find a supporting partner and enjoy a lovely time.

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DEPARTING TIME

 

The first morning after the last farewell.

One remembered painfully so very well.

Each anniversary a week, a month, a year.

Will return feelings reviving a tear.

Time will never erase the ties of love.

Just makes them more bearable as it slips forever onwards.

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DAISIES

 

In field and field and roadside edges, you burst into life in pristine white display, with small yellow faces.

Swaying in gathering sheets of white giving generations years of delight. 

Daisies continue your brilliant showing to help the endangered insects to keep on growing.

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OUTDOOR TRIP

 

A treat: a bacon toastie grasped ready for the first bite, a cup of tea steaming gently close at hand, as we huddled together to make an outdoor trip plan. The decision was made, to the Ferring Country Centre we would go.

On arrival, we saw animals in the outdoors; hens, rabbits, ducks in a ring, sunning out of the chilling wind. There were goats, some standing high on a fake castle wall. They always have to do that, to lord it over us all. Others poked their heads over the fence to the next enclosure where the grass was so green and freshly tender. They practised the art of daylight robbery, with no qualms at all.

Further on were the Alpacas, some resting and chewing the cud, others sitting looking at us majestically, wondering why we were improperly dressed, with no thick woollen hats just like theirs attached so cutely to the tops of their heads.

We watched the budgerigars flitting through from cage to cage, jabbering away, stopping for a cuddle, a snack, and a stare back wondering perhaps why we did not have other things to do.

Photos taken, we moved into the cafe for cappuccinos, milkshakes, and a cake, before setting off for the main task of the day: new plants and compost for hanging basket revivals, to keep them colourfully swinging all summer long. 

My granddaughter, too, had her time on the swings and one two other things.

Into the greenhouses, we went to choose the plants and meet some of the gardeners who worked hard to grow them from seed. They do an amazingly good job and enjoy doing it, too.

Back to the checkout to pay up and look good. Trolleying our purchases back to the boot of the car and clambering in, we declared it had been a great day out!

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STRANGER IN THE GARDEN

 

I was sitting quietly in my back lounge, trying to avoid the national political debate that had been heralded all week. Each candidate was examined critically, from every possible angle, for strengths and weaknesses. Each utterance was scrutinised almost clinically for any deviation from the truth. Every hesitation was pounced on for signs of exaggeration or incompetence.

I needed peace and quiet, so I retreated with Lily to write something. We settled together on the couch, glad to be away from all the hassle and noise.

I started writing, just getting into my stride, when Lily took off like a jet-propelled rocket, skidding to a stop at the glass door, spinal fur raised as a warning noise rattled in her throat. Intrigued, I arose to see what had attracted her interest, thinking it might be one of the fox family who lived in our garden.

To my amazement, I was facing a black and brown dachshund which was wagging its tail in a very friendly manner. Lily, on the other hand, was showing who was boss in this establishment. 

I quickly retreated, closing all the doors one after the other as I moved through the house to the front door. Stepping onto the porch, I called soft doggy noises, trying to encourage the dog to come to me. Sadly, I was not speaking the right language or one she understood. So I retreated to get my walking stick before proceeding outdoors; not to protect me against the dog, just to keep upright.

Going around the house and finding the side gate open, I wondered if it had just wandered in; maybe her people were looking for their dog in the lane or along the main road.

As I entered the back garden, there was my stranger, standing looking at me, with tail wagging in friendship, and with Lily bashing the glass in fury with her paws. Calling the dog over, I was delighted when it followed me around to the front of the house. Things then turned serious, as I had no lead or rope to restrain my wandering new friend. We are near a lane and a main road, both heavily used by traffic.

So, seeing a collar, I made a grab for it, to see a dangling bone-shaped name, address and telephone number. Only one problem: my eyesight is not very good in the rapidly approaching dusk.

Just at that moment, three knights (without shining armour) appeared in the lane. As a true lady in distress, I asked for help. They very kindly picked up the dog, read her collar information and called her owners to inform them that we had Sky. One of my knights held her uncomplaining in his arms until her owner appeared to claim her. 

Once the handover was complete, I thanked my three knights and told them about WobblingPen and its gifts of stories, poems, and audiobooks available for them, if they wished and, if they liked them, to pass the links on to others.

Saying goodbye, we went our separate ways and I hurried indoors, suddenly feeling the chill of the approaching night and carrying a warm glow in my heart at the lovely encounter.

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Penny Wobbly is a storyteller, writer, author and songwriter.

With over 3 decades of writing stories, Penny has a unique voice that shines through in her writing. giving her characters and stories a palpable spark!

Writing a novel was always her dream, with "Charity and Esmeralda" it became a reality. Now just needs to be published.

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GIVE ME A GIGGLE

 

Give me a giggle, give me a laugh!

Make my sides heave with a breathless gasp. 

Let’s chase all the gloom away.

Give me a funny face or a clean comical joke. 

To make me laugh and splutter when drinking my coke.

Do dance with lots of quick wriggly stuff. 

Making everyone laugh as they try to copy us.

Changing partners and dancing with the jokes and laughs gently flowing.

Till the last dance with you, when filing our way out calling cheery greetings as we make our home.

Let’s keep the laughter going till our front door, where we will tap tap the knocker.

Laugh and laugh and giggle our way through the open door.

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PATIENT WAITING

 

I stood in silence, stealthily scanning the ocean shallows, prepared for the vicious snap. 

To capture a dinner to swallow and regurgitate right back. 

The ground shook and the fish dived, in disappointment, I stood. 

I had forgotten the train timetable and lost my long-awaited food.

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CIRCUS WASH DAY

 

In the Circus, in South Africa, wash days are sometimes very exciting and at the same time very anxious times.

You can never be quite sure what might happen, as often there is only one water tap, for all the animals and the humans too.

The water runs into a long open tank. Can you just imagine that?

The humans have a timetable, which tells them when they can use the tap and tank.

However, wild animals can smell water from a long way off and do not know anything about working to timetables.

They just appear when they are thirsty or fancy having a bath.

It takes a long time for elephants to have a drink?

They don’t just have one or two cups or glasses of water like us.

They have gallons and gallons of water at a time.

During this, a lot of sucking, splashing, spraying and dribbling goes on.

The humans have hardly any warnings about these untimed visits.

They are sometimes unable to move their washing or dishes out of the way to safety, quickly enough.

No amount of shouting or waving stops the thirsty animals.

So cups, plates and spoons are often trampled underfoot, in the mud!

Skirts are occasionally worn on the elephant’s head, like big colourful fancy hats.

Trousers too are flapped around by the elephant’s trunks, to use as towels to dry their backs or chase clouds of very irritating flies away.

Once the drinking is over mud begins to fly, and the area around the tank and tap becomes muddy.

Elephants are very sensible and use mud-like suntan lotion to protect their skin from the very hot African sun.

The mud is sucked up their trunks and blown over their backs in a dark, muddy, brown spray and sometimes they roll in it, legs waving in the air.

Elephants, when they leave the water tap, have no respect for washing lines.

Often in triumph, they carry them off, as they go on their way, trailing all manner of clothes in the mud and dust behind them.

Leaving very angry humans, to collect their scattered clothing and start another big washing day.

What a wash day!

Glad we don’t have any of those, as it could be very irritating and expensive, but oh what fun!

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FROM THE FIRST TIME

 

From the time we met and became forever entwined.

The shared glances, with no words, spoke volumes.

Moments of separation, are necessary sometimes.

The reunions with much to say, and even more to give.

Love tested, shared, and given so generously.

I give my love and devotion to you and only to you.

As it is hard to find words to express my true feelings.

You are everything to me: I hope these words and my arms, as I gather you up for a hug, say it all.

I wish you, my darling, a wonderful birthday!

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CATCHING A STORY

Cosmo The Dog With Unusual Taste

Black Hat

Mr Frog

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ONE PERSON

 

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CAT AND MOUSE GAME

 

‘Hello, little mouse!’

‘You’re a cat!’ said the mouse.

‘I know I am a cat, I just want to play with you.’

‘No way! After all who’d want to play with a killer? I am off before this game of Cat and Mouse begins.’ squeaked the mouse.

‘Oh! I am not that kind of a cat I’m a lonely very friendly cat. Come on give me a chance.’ she pleaded.

‘Bye, the way do you like stories?’

‘What’s a story?’ asked the curious mouse.

‘Well, you could tell me all your exciting mouse adventures. Then I could tell you my cat adventures, that’s storytelling.’

‘What? No running about and chasing?’ asked the now inquisitive mouse.

‘Oh no!’ replied the cat. ‘Just sitting still and listening.’

‘That sounds all right, but I shall stay just inside my mouse hole listening.’

‘Great!’ replied the cat ‘After all, it would be a bit strange to sit side by side just yet.

‘You start your story first little mouse.’ invited the cat.

What do you think happened next, did they become good friends or did the cat live up to its reputation as a killer?

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LOVE

 

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LIBRARIES

 

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A WISH

 

If I had an active wishing wand, I would wave it enthusiastically, to remove isolation and loneliness, giving a boost to hope.

In the real world, if we all tried a little, we might be able to help some in our communities and see smiles and friendship spread.

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THE PEOPLE’S FIGHTER

 

With gloves wrapped around his hands, he bravely made his way, fighting on through the ranks of others, learning his trade and its requirements with one aim in mind.

War did not distract him; he volunteered to fight for his land. The soldiers sent him back to the ring, saying his job was there. His achievements gave them courage and pride to keep the homeland safe from evil hands.

Suitably attired, he strode forward with years of boxing experience and the cheers of an army, also fighting, bloodied and dying, strengthening his shoulders as he walked into the ring to face the final challenger.

Ahead he saw him waiting: taller, heavier, longer arms and solid. Yet he knew he had within him the strength of a nation willing him on. Both fighters stood waiting for the bell to declare the challenge had begun.

In front of the eyes of millions, some fans of each man, others with eyes of curiosity, or anxiety with betting slips in their hands, the battle raged, blood flew, and the audience swayed one way and the other, as scores wobbled between the fighters.

Round 10: the final bell rang and Oleksandr Usyk was declared the Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of the World.

What an inspiring man!

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YAWN, YAWN, YAWN

 

 

Yawn, yawn, yawn!

Snore, snore, snore! 

I am happily sleeping!

Someone is calling, “Time to get up. It's morning.”

I do not want to leave my bed just yet. So I am ignoring it, starting my pretend snoring.

Someone has opened the door, firmly calling,

“Up now. I know you’re not asleep. If you don’t, I will say I’ve made your breakfast, when I have not!”

Come on now. Struggle up. It’s a beautiful day. I have made lots of plans for us to do and enjoy.

A walk in a meadow with lots of wildflowers. A carrot for a horse, or a donkey or two.

Into a café where you can choose what to eat. Chatting with friends who might already be there.

A play on a swing or a slide, giving you a laugh and giggle inside.

Then indoors for a storytelling sit and listen.

Is that you I hear, cleaning your teeth and having a good wash?

I will start a real breakfast, a favourite of yours. If you need help with dressing, give me a call.

When we are ready, we’ll set off to the Ferring Sense Centre.

Where we will join in the fun with everyone!

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CAPTURED VIEW

 

A winding road going somewhere, 

Wildflowers in full bloom, 

And hills spread out into the distance 

In a light haze will always gain my attention 

And take me with them, 

Even when painted and captured in a frame.

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UNREVEALED TALE

 

Within my breast lies a story untold, too murderous to be revealed to anyone except me. 

Many have tried to unseal it, to find the key to this one tale only I have been able to unlock and hide. 

Leaving clues to tantalise. Til this earth I leave so it shall remain: the unrevealed tale. 

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THREADING A NEEDLE

 

Threading a needle pulling it through, taking with it memories when choosing what colours to use. When, in dark times, using colours black, white, grey, and navy blue. 

You thoughtfully pull the thread through your cloth, while gently adjusting spare thoughts. With other moods, it is bright colours you deliberately choose to chase the blues away. Remembering past times when in the company or on your own.

You colour-blended pictures or views with stitches so fine, with a jab of the needle drawing blood from time to time. Sharing laughter and stories with the odd cup of tea, with good friends surrounding you. 

Years later,  looking back at the cushion, the bedspread, the tray cloth, the picture on the wall. A warm chuckle escapes, remembering the making of them all. 

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READING

 

Reading is the fastest route to a lifetime of self-sought knowledge. 

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SECRET FLYING VISITOR

 

A dart of movement in the garden caught my attention.

It was so small, hopping in and out of the bushes, moving as quickly as a flash.

Watching to see where its next hop would land.

I wonder what type of bird this new visitor might be.

It must have found something good to eat or wanted a rest.

I had to wait patiently in the cold, ’til my bird knowledge could be put to the test.

It’s a Jenny Wren! A Jenny Wren! 

I wonder if it’s nesting nearby?

What a treat that would be, to watch the hatching of the shy and secretive Jenny Wrens: a pure delight for me!

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ANXIOUSLY WAITING

 

A fox is sitting on the lawn, anxiously waiting gazing intently alert to every sound

Does she have some cubs I wonder? 

It is the right time of the year, it is true. Or are they still tucked up keeping cosy?

As spring warms up she will bring them out, to share our garden and have a play. 

It is then we will get to know them, while they learn their survival skills. When to hunt, stand their ground, or turn and run away. 

For the moment they need the curiosity to explore, safe in the garden with their siblings mock fighting and cuddling, sleeping their growing up young lives away. 

First of all, we have to wait and see, does she have any Cubs at all?

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SHEEP CONCERNS

 

Two sheep standing in silhouette against one another in a sun-drenched paddock. 

One said out of the side of his mouth to the other. 

“Ten minutes then we will change sides, as I heard the Farmer say we have to be in the pink, not well done.”

A kneeling sheep staring into the grass is spotted by a mate. 

Who asks “What are you doing.”

“I’m trying hard to see if enough green grass will appear for tomorrow’s meals, as I have to grow a new coat before winter.”

A sheep contentedly grazing in a valley suddenly looked up, listened, then called out to another sheep.

“Shep! There is going to be a huge storm tonight.”

“How do you know that Lambie?” He called back.

“Well that bloke who just drove past real fast, blasted the news out from his radio. 

Amazing what you hear when you are not really listening.”

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TURKEY TROT

 

I am a turkey with intelligence pretty well stuffed.

With a flock I am the leader, they always obey.

With a flick of my wing they can go or stay.

Occasionally challenged over a mate I have chosen,

Feathers fly there is a blood-spattered commotion.

When parading through our patch,

A human appears which I quickly dispatch.

They do not know what to do with us!

We straddle the road, no car can pass,

As we gobble our objections.

They are scared to alight in case we rush them,

Pecking, striking, bashing them about.

They sit some patiently, others in fury,

As we meander as slowly as possible,

With an occasional stop to preen an itch.

In snowy winter we pathetically gather,

With steam rising from feathers drooping,

Till they say poor things and throw us a snack.

Which we gobble up before poohing straight through.

Leaving we shout our thanks.

Don't worry, we will be back!

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CLUTTER

 

Clutter, clutter, I start to mutter, as years of clutter I have slowly managed to collect.

Clothes this year won’t fit, kept in hopes of a later shape change, becomes a mantra I cannot shift, no matter how hard I try.

Clutter, clutter holds a memory that is far too strong, to pass onto other unknowing, unfeeling, unsympathetic hands.

Others I hope will be useful one day; I cannot throw them away.

Clutter, clutter reduces my home ’til I am squashed into a tiny place.

Friends and family no longer call; I meet them outside. I hate them reminding me of the elephant in the room.

The shame overwhelms me, yet I just can’t move the load, both physically and mentally, so I wallow in my hollow, ’til someone comes with understanding to assist.

Releasing me into a world I hardly know exists.

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LISTEN TO ME

 

Please listen to me!

Will you let me have my say?

How I have kept silent all this time with resentment swirling and turning thoughts in my mind.

Playing with sentences round and round in my head.

Shall I say it this way? Or would this other way be better?

Oh, why do I wrap it up? Why can’t I just say it? 

What is the matter with me? Why have I become such a wimp?

When first we wed, conversation flew, especially in bed. There was nothing we did not share; Laughs there were aplenty.

What is going wrong? Can we put it right?

Perhaps I need to say to him, “It is your turn. I will now listen to you.”

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