It was Valentine’s Day last Sunday, so The Lover virtually chose itself as the new theme. It obviously hit the right note with many Shorelinkers as the submissions arrived with amazing alacrity. I had no idea we were harbouring so many romantics, though needless to say the interpretations were many and various.
We had some splendid poetry, of course. From the delightful ode to love and light, to the anguished admittance of an illusory amorous dream, through to the hilarious cannibalistic pairing of Maud and Sylvester, and the charming tribute to Old Rosie, a Gloucestershire cider. An anguished rejection of much academic theology on the subject of love rang many bells with me, along with its final plea to leave me alone! And who could not sympathise with the poetic narrative describing the unsuccessful search for the lost memory stick – we shall wait hopefully for news of its recovery.
Another poem purported, wrongfully, to be from our nun-preoccupied member, who then retaliated by sending in a psychiatrists report in the name of his plagiarist – by this time my head was whirling but both pieces were so funny I forgave them my confusion. It came as a relief to read about the unlikely but touching marriage of Dillan the cat and Henry the mouse, for as you can tell, for Shorelinkers all things are possible. But concentration was required for the clever morality tale of the six sisters with three different mothers all vying for, mostly material, ascendancy, and ruining their own lives while so doing.
There was a delightfully accurate look back at the mores of the 50’s and the perceived importance in those day of what the neighbours thought, but also a look at some necessarily hidden sadness embedded in that buttoned up culture. Another story, set mainly at the funeral of a colleague, illustrated with a twist in the tail how little we really know about other people’s lives, the same theme that ran through the accidental meeting of a couple who were once lovers. A gruelling take on the power of love to help a deeply disturbed, self-harming, woman led to an uplifting and optimistic conclusion, though the same could not be said about the imprisoned pyromaniac, whose fantasies about fire lighting were so exquisite they almost made it acceptable.
A shivery and gripping venture into magical realism took us to a horror story where dreamt of monsters were accidently conjured up – a classic example of be careful what you wish for! Humour prevailed again in the tale of Tom and Dollie, kept apart forever, and finally revealed as scarecrows, and in Robert’s story, with the revelation that his quiet companion was a ventriloquist’s dummy – no, I didn’t see that coming.
I loved the contribution set in Arizona of the misunderstanding by a couple of elderly tourists regarding a hotel’s name – and therefore the kind of hospitality it was offering! Another submission summed up the power of love in two sentences – so, eat your heart out, Shakespeare! And in our continuing story, the Moose Lord has managed to evade Ryan once again, but we sense not for much longer. Just as well, as the carnage among the dwarf population is mounting up.
So once again, thank you all. My belief in the strength of love has definitely been confirmed by your wonderful interpretations of the theme. Now for something completely different – let’s see what you make of Fear of Flying as our new theme.
As always, I know you will surprise and delight both me and each other. Sally