This was the penultimate week of our summer term, and I think everyone will most certainly deserve the upcoming August break. This week’s submissions have continued to amuse, intrigue, and often confound me, by their sheer excellence. Once again, I hardly know where to start this blog. Our theme was A dream come true, and the work was unusually slow arriving in my inbox, so much so that I wondered if the topic was not inspiring enough. But I soon realised, as the inbox began to metaphorically swell, that it had actually stimulated some great, and quite lengthy stories, – but thank you for all observing the 1000 word rule!
To begin at the beginning, (as a certain Welsh poet once wrote) I laughed out loud at the long poem which outlined the adventures of Dorothy as a psychopathic murderess terrorising Oz, a different take indeed. Yet another psychopath disappeared into a ghost train in the company of an adolescent, spooky, or what? Then there was the abused child whose dream of dog owning was somewhat shattered when it dug up the skeleton of her murdered abuser. (But fear not, the law treated her –the murderer, not the dog –lightly).Another dog featured in a moving story of a keeper of souls who found his own again through the trust in the pet’s eyes.
From across the pond came a delightful tale narrated alternately by Petulant Petula and Sebastian Sparrow, musing on the nature of reality in these Covid stricken times; especially given the rather surreal political situations on both sides of the Atlantic. Which brings me to the two poems that coincidentally both reflected on the dream of Martin Luther King, one exploring its place in modern history via Lennon and George Floyd, and both ending on a note of hope. Another poem was a delightful eulogy on Fragonard’s wonderful painting The Swing, and there was yet another, which reminded me of Hamlet’s words, words, words, in that I loved it and read it several times but ultimately had no idea what it was actually about. But, oh, that vocabulary!
There was a moving piece on a worn out mother’s journey through respite to restoration, then a story of faith found through love, and a gorgeous, lyrical escape from a drab life with a glimpse of the subterranean colour of shoals of fishes, backed by the single note of a violin. And a superbly quirky story of a snail choosing the winning teams in a draw, and, while we are with quirky, how you could you not enjoy the series of couplets on journeys various?
There was a great story on the class prejudices of the last century that were finally overcome by a bright and frustrated student, and yet another poignant but ultimately optimistic one looking even further back to the days of boy chimney sweeps. Redemption and reward were recurring themes, one lucky chap, who had defended his bullied school friend through thick and thin, found himself repaid with riches beyond his wildest dreams.
Our Moose novel is delving more and more deeply into the motivations of the characters thereby filling out the background of the story intriguingly. And I have to finish on the sad but (nearly) true story of the writer, who almost married Jane Fonda – but sadly had to settle for second best. Hmm…..
So, once again, thank you all. Ro has chosen the theme for our last week of this term and it is Don’t Panic! I am quite sure you won’t and I shall very much look forward to reading them all. Sally.