More from ‘Shadow Puppets’ only a few more poems to go in this series.

Ripple Poetry

fredandginger2 From the Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers facebook page

These steps we take can bring some dreams to us
with shuffle-shuffle-shuffle and
a toe-heel-toe.

These steps we take can last eternally
as we dance in top-hats and long tails,
long dresses and high-heel shoes.

The music is to glide for
the chandeliers to die for
but death is watching in his
noiseless tapping shoes.

Tip-toe, tip-toe, tip-toe.

We mourn the moments of a young lass
who danced forever in scarlet ballet shoes
sold by the peddler of ‘careful-what-you-wish-for-dreams.’

We mourn the moments of her lost dreams
trapped in enchanted shoes that won’t let go
it’s like the muse that stings, and makes us
insomniacs night after night.

Fred and Ginger dance onto our tv screens
We’re hearing their repartee twirling
in the early morning gleam.

Our souls seek a rhythm they can keep
Our hearts go clippity-clip-clip-clip.
Can patterned steps…

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Will you share a joke with Death?

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Like many of his fans today I say, ‘farewell Sir Terry Pratchett.’ Bon Voyage.

My family lined up once to meet and have him sign a book in Penrith. It was a long line. I remember the dark hat and coat; he dressed as above.

Jayden Smith, reportedly calls this Einstein dressing and adopts it too – that is the genius is the man in the clothes, not the clothes. Pratchett was a genuis, no doubt about it. He chose humour and fantasy to understand life, where someone like Stephen Hawking chooses science.

I’ve been enjoying reading all the wonderful quotes people are sharing from his books.

Some of my favourites are: “It’s still magic even if you know how it’s done. – from A Hat Full of Sky”

“Fantasy is an exercise bicycle for the mind. It might not take you anywhere, but it tones up the muscles that can.”

The best tribute I can pay to him though is to keep writing my very first fantasy novel, which I hope can reach the witty depths and observations of life of this hilariously profound storyteller.

The BBC are calling on people to share their tributes, as creatively and in as many mediums as they want. They can act out scenes from his books, send a personal memory, design a costume and more.I wonder what people will do.

I read what Neil Gaiman wrote of his friend, such a beautiful piece, and wonder if Death, measures up to Sir Pratchett’s imagination.

I think Sir Pratchett would tip his hat to all who fight that monster we call Alzheimers and suggest we continue to give donations into research into the preservation of our faculties as we head into the journey of old age, but what better way to pay him tribute then to read or watch one of his stories before going to sleep tonight.

Going postal

(c) June Perkins

Mona Lisa’s Bones

Another poem on Ripple Poetry blog, soon to have some guest poets.

Ripple Poetry

Do bones want to smile
Once the flesh is gone to become
One with the earth?

Do hands want to touch
The freed soul that flies from bones
One with the heavens?

Beauty’s canvas dies
The paint covers abstractions
Becomes impressions.

Impressions of life
Like a lost butterfly’s wing
Fade in artist’s memory

Bones can bring tears
When families’ searches are over
Now peace can be found

Hands cannot reach out
To pull them from fate
One with heavens?

Beauty is unravelled
In agonies of the lost
Truth is found clear

Still waters invite
Midnight runners to find their visions

In a moth’s night touch.

(c) June Perkins

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Mona Lisa’s Bones

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