Over another Hump

Friday, April 25, 2008

Back Again

Sorry to my friends who must be wondering what has happened. This last year is one I'd rather forget as a whole. I started thinking about writing here a month ago but was interrupted by an urgent call that stopped me in my tracks. I was told my cancer had returned and I had to return to the cost for immediate treatment.

For the three days before the appointment I worked out my priorities (I thought) and actually felt relieved that at least I knew what was making me so tired. I wondered if I was going into a depression, or something.

At the doctor's I was informed that the diagnosis had been incorrect. It was rather funny as the young doctor and I were talking at cross purposes. He was literally scratching his head (he couldn't understand where I was coming from and I was getting pretty irate with the breakdown of the system because he didn't seem to have the new biopsy results). Finally the doctor, who did the biopsy and had called me, came in to clarify the situation. They'd taken the reading of my first biopsy. I was still clear. I have never been so pleased to hear, "I'm so sorry."

The weather has cooled considerably. I'm not as tired and I've forgotten what my priorities were. Guess you could say I'm back to normal.

I've even finished a new collection of my poems in time for the tourists who flock through this area (if the petrol prices allow them). I've called this anthology "Here There Be Dragons" because:

The average urbanite has
little idea how rural people survive.
"What’s to do out there?" they ask.
Many have no conception of life without
shops, taxis and take-aways.
To them the country is as uncharted
as those ancient maps when men believed
the world was flat and, if they sailed too far they would fall over the edge.

I've also been trying my hand at different styles of writing, Ekphrastic Poetry, Flash stories and even some Bush poetry. Mind you, I do get side tracked pretty easily into solving my Sudoku.
Here is one of my Ekphrastic pieces. They are great to do when inspiration fails. I've given the link that has the painting.

Woman/child, hair impeccable under halo hat,
with guileless eyes set in a flawless face
as uncharted as new land.

Those eyes transfix me,
entomologist pins to a moth.
Wide, unblinking,
above firm, straight nose
and a mouth full of secrets.
Her dress is buttoned tight,
but not her mouth, nor eyes.

An arcanum background,
the unopened journal
to record her progression.
With or without uniform conformity
Amanda’s an enigma.


  • I am so pleased to see you back again..I missed your writings.
    I like the ideas you have for your futere work...This one is a great start!

    By Blogger Sandy, at 10:13 PM  

  • Thanks Sandy, glad you think so. Will try to keep it going...Frances

    By Blogger Frances Mackay, at 10:53 PM  

  • Frances, I'm so relieved for you as I read this post. So many medical screw ups these days. I can relate to your feeling of fatigure. I'm tired all the time myself also and am waiting for some test results..hope it's all fine..

    Go glad the Dr. "clarified" things finally...for you..what a blessing!

    Stay "Clear" ok?

    Angel blessings for you,


    By Blogger Rhiannon, at 3:42 PM  

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