Moments with the Wind
Thursday, July 27, 2023
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Getting there..
I have just finished the second draft of my novel Silk Peacocks. My literary consultant is reading it for me at the moment. Then I will commence the third draft and hope to get the grammar and spelling and all that kind of thing sorted. Its a long but very enjoyable process and I am hoping for publication before the end of the year. So think Christmas and think Silk Peacocks.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Tuesday, March 10, 2015
Just One More
Sitting up past
midnight
Ears straining for
breath without wheeze
Sitting up praying you
wouldn’t go with the night.
The intrusion of the
telephone breaks
My concentration.
I hear his voice. It
is soft
Words almost silent.
I run to him searching
his face
And ask for my boots.
‘I wont be long’ I say
and
Kiss him softly.
I drive without
recollection
A Journey to my new
life.
My brother stands
weeping
Slouched against the
door
My mother sits in
stunned silence.
Entering the bedroom
I move to him
And kiss his cold
beautiful face
The walls resound
grace and
We all stand around in
prayer.
We never said goodbye
I thought
Was there need? He
just knew
Like always I never
had to ask.
He left us and the
breathing became deeper
The lark had flown
leaving
A young child to live
on.
I still long for one
more minute
To see his dark brown
eyes
His smile
To hear him laugh –
Just one more minute
Angela M.C. D’Alton©
Monday, March 2, 2015
Finally
Woke up this morning and everything was covered in snow...Not just a flutter but good crisp deep snow.
On a morning like this living high up on the side of a mountain you have the breathtaking view of the valley below and the Comeragh Mountains on the other side all covered in a white blanket.
It was early but I threw on a warm coat, socks and boots and took the camera outside.
Everywhere was silent. I wanted to venture into the woods at the side of the house but could see deer so I stayed in the garden.
It felt so good to be outside enjoying the change in weather. It must have snowed quite a bit as the branches were heavy with it. Branches like this always remind me of the poem by Thomas Hardy - Snow in the Suburbs. 'Every branch big with it, bent every twig with it. ' What marvellous consonance and alliteration.
I walked out to the gate. Looked like only one or two cars had been up or down the road this morning.
I enjoyed every flake knowing that in a few hours without more showers this would all be gone. My cat Santana had followed me on my photo shoot not for the beauty but because she wanted to be fed. She deserved it so I fed her and my friends the birds. How blessed I am.
Everyone fed..now time for a good cup of tea.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
P.S.
I know we cant live in the past but yesterday was one of the best days in a while. I had lunch with my two amazing sons in my favourite eating place L'Atitude 51 served by the insatiable and beautiful Simone and Sadhbh. After lunch we strolled over to one of my favourite shops in Cork - Brown Thomas to meet friends Terri (now a Sadie - married lady) and Rachel. The treat was to be made up by none other than Lancome's very own elite Marc Sinclair. You just have to love him not only because he is a genius but hes fun and gorgeous with it. He has made up some of the most beautiful and prestigious women in the world including Angelina Jolie, Judi Dench, Julie Andrews, and Kate Middleton to name just a few...But yesterday for a whole hour I was on the red carpet. It was such a great buzz. When Brown Thomas and Lancome put on an event they really do a proper job, top people, champagne, chocolates, love and laughter. Despite the fact I dont drink or eat chocolate it didnt matter...even the glass of water was delicious. Hugs and kisses, our goodbyes, drove home, had a delicious curry which believe it or not I made myself and watched The Good Wife. I did enjoy my day.
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