Wednesday, April 16, 2008


I was right about the Tudors.

Ming and Didcott came home from school yesterday with bleeding bowls - they'd made them from aluminium foil.

There was a pool of blood in each one.

- Flour, oil, salt and food colouring - mixed and cooked.

Both bowls are on display in the middle of the kitchen table.

I wish we had a dining room.

I wish they hadn't made leeches.

* * * * *

Last night, the moon was two-thirds full - and bright.

With two stars above it - in an otherwise empty sky.

One to the left; one to the right.


(Where its ear-tips would be if the moon had ears.)

(Cat's ears.)

Later, by chance, I woke (unusual!) and went to look at those stars.

Clouds came across the moon but there was light - light enough to see into the garden.

Miss Martin's chauffeur was coming out of our shed, carrying a large, striped, laundry bag.

I thought of waking Ming.

(At night, he goes back to his usual age.)

But he looked so peaceful (so luminously green) I hesitated to wake him.

When I returned to the window - the chauffeur was gone.



Frances, said...

This sounds alarming, what is the meaning of this But the moon sounds splendid.

VP said...

The mystery deepens...

garden girl said...

Esther, you always leave me wanting to come back for more of your story!

chey said...

Oh my, I hope that the laundry bag wasn't big enough to hold a suitcase!

ericat said...

thank you for visiting my garden again. I will have something new for you this weekend. We are waiting for winter, rain and flowers. Meantime the ants made the best of the summer. We declared war on them. Will show the corpses, but not sure who won - the ants or us..

Frances, said...

Ah, I didn't notice before, your tree is blooming. Congratulations.

Barbee' said...

The tree is lovely! Thank you for kind thoughts.