Another apposite prompt. The painting is Shopping with Nan by John Law. All the prompt images and contributions are on Paul Brookes’ site here.
When I am Nan, I will be great and grand, Not the pinnied, cupboards-full-of-sweeties kind, And when we cross the road they’ll take my hand. When I am Nan, I will be great and grand, And if I teach one thing, they’ll understand All life, from fish to child, is intertwined. I will be Nan, the wise, the great and grand, Not rosy, pinnied, but, I hope, the kind.
I watched two harts lock horns today, The dance was wild with russet light, Their graceful fight seemed more like play. I watched two harts lock horns today; The sun shone gold beneath the may, Until the dusk dipped into night. I watched two harts lock horns; today The dance was wild with russet light.
I have just read a thread of tweets about the Sandy Hook massacre that has filled me with disgust. Excuse me if I vomit in public, but amid the stream of messages of remembrance, parents mourning dead children and hopes that something will one day change, was the denier thread.
There really are people in this sad world who will post their ‘well-researched findings’ that prove that Sandy Hook never took place, that it was a sham to gain credit for the anti-gun lobby, that one of the fake victims was later seen standing next to President Obama at a meeting. Anyone who sympathises with that ‘opinion’ is invited to not voice it on this blog.
I read some words drawled from a deep, dark hole,
Denying that those children really died,
Fake news, he said, to crush the nation’s soul.
I read those words drawled from a deep, dark hole,
Just to wring out tears, make church bells toll—
Our rights, our guns, he said, the truth denied,
With poisonous words that crawled from out his hole,