Well Sire!
God took me there….. for a purpose…unknown un revealed
He is manifest in the panoramic kaleidoscope, yet concealed
But for those who believe…miracles happen, and illnesses healed;
Wandering lonely as a Wordsworthian cloud, I am treading and trudging the unseen waves, trying to cut across the Sherwood Forests, scale the Castle walls, frantically racing through the corridors of Trent Building, now the main campus of the University of Nottingham; caught by the Glorious Funnels of Jubilee Wonder Campus, looking for Rooms B6, LG19, A05 (which turned out to be in the Pharmacy Department) ELT and Pharmacy? Well, well, well well, well? Shakespeare said it five times and well…he was William, the dramatist in the 16th Century and I, a Twin Star (a Gemini) learner teacher, wavering between studies and pedagogy, hoping to shine, in the 21st;
The large silver shield creates a mysterious aura in the terrestrial heavens, and I recall rather dejectedly that in my land, the place, far below the Equator, where I spent half a century well… (To let you in the secret…I was born in another) they still cannot see the crescent in the sky, maybe it has become so thin and prefers to remain in the invisible mode. Maybe a right click on the mouse would make it come out of its hiding place. Ah! IT.!
The cocoa hut-roofed, barn look alike, box shaped, Paignton Close houses appear to be large blocks of chocolate; silent sturdy and solid; defiant on their ground waiting to push back the iron clanging chain sword swinging helmeted invaders from across the cruel seas.
A dull sound makes me start, I am shaken from the 14th century musings to the present; I look out of the window; I see a raindrop reluctantly slide down the pane. Another slips, a third starts to slip as I watch, the water makes a path and then, I am conscious of the myriads .Ah water! So much of it. They say the rains have been scarce even in this part of the world- Nottinghamshire! Land of Robin Hood and Alan –A- Dale. It is December 2003.
On the British Isles, winter has been merciful. December is, a month of Blessing Miracles, joy and winter sweetness. It is also the year ending, a time to get together and think over the past, with thoughts of new plans, looking ahead towards brighter avenues as the land hibernates in peaceful white silence.
All freezes again-among the pines, winds
whispering a prayer. Riei the Eighteenth-Century Japanese Poet wrote then and today my thoughts were as such: Christmas Time, Christmas Time and prayers, Prayers for peace, a peaceful refuge, Welcome Light, with lights on trees, Green and white, in coloured deluge;Décor delight diversity diverted;All hope one, all call one ,All pray one;Life to begin, or life , to cease?Christmas Time, Healing Time and tremors,Tremors of blasts, killing blasts, Farewell Love, with flags on casketsRed and Blue, in deathly solitude,Sacred silence spirit severed;All around flowers, all fresh nowAll withered, none in baskets;Christmas Time Christmas Time and SalvationSalvation, for every nation?Salvation Eternal, end of turmoil in blood and sand,Crimson and cream, a moaning scream, a shattered dream?One for one, each kills one, one by one, till none is none.‘Memories linger on and I wonder why?’ AH , Cliff Richard, now Sir Cliff Richard and rightly so..I have always been a great fan , ‘Oh Please don’t tease’, ‘the wind, it did sing to me”….hhmmnnn Teasing Time, Teasing Time and Youth, Teasing Time long gone now, Gone are the poetic flavours of ‘ lying under the Greenwoodtree’ No one dare lie now, as there maybe A daredevil, uncouth, running free;And December days move on…at times its hard to believe I am really on this great island .I look outside through the window to confirm, take a deep breath to inhale the cool tiny raindrop filled air, in the backdrop of the large looming moon playing hide and seek with the drifting thick clusters and constellations of vapours. The lines dawn on the canvas of my thoughts….
Christmas Time, Christmas Time and Love;
Love for All, A Tolerant Love,
With Gifts garlands and Gatherings
Silver and Gold, Young and Old,The Brave and The Bold ,
Weak and Strong,the Fighters for Freedom for The World;
All with Love, All at Home,None at WAR, Glad Tidings for All.
Amen.Amen.Amen.It is Christmas Eve, ‘take me to the Castle, son,! My excitement knew no bounds. I will be walking on the same ground as Robin Hood….The sleek mercedez faded as my son slipped into his brown overcoat and a shadowy coach drawn by six black horses appeared; the stallions restlessly straining against the shiny leather reins, exhaling smoky impatience, the coachman in his dark suit and black top hat keeping the whip steady , was waiting …the coach door broke from the latch and swung open…What if this ride leads to Count Dracula’s castle ? OH there goes my imagination again…‘Mom this car is automatic, shall I open the hatch a little? I need some fresh air when I drive’‘Oh Ok’….the roads were empty, the vehicle moved…the page turned…I saw ‘Ye Olde Inn…Not a soul on the benches, the wine barrels silently dry, cobbled street as grand and old as gold…’Robin Robin’ I heard a whisper, the pale lamplights fixed as eternal witnesses stood straight and tall; I could hear my own footsteps as we walked slightly uphill to reach the clearing beside the Nottingham Castle walls on the market side, .shining brightly with his bow and arrow Robin Hood bold and graceful as ever captured heart and soul . I had my Blessing of Christmas.“ I am inside the History Book I used to read in school……..” I heard an arrow swish past ….….
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Comments: 3
I'm in darkest Yorkshire, not too far from the new Robin Hood Airport. It's a bit of a misleading title - it's called The Robin Hood Sheffield Doncaster Airport. I don't know who exactly thought of the name; I suspect it was a committee decision!!
It is a couple of miles from Doncaster, half an hour's drive from Sheffield and has absolutely nothing to do with Robin Hood!!! It is, however, an airport but there are no records of Robin taking off from anywhere in this vicinity!
Keep on with the writing!!!