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Versatility…

 

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Prithee bear with me, as my good friend, Sir Aquatom,  hath given me the chance to furnish thee with 7 things about mine own self. After the finishing of this said task, I was bound by rules scribed in ancient scrolls and magically sealed,  to pick 15 other blogs to likewise furnish a ‘Versatile Blog Award’ too.
Verily, one was set about by a worrisome fever of the brain, BUT then one didst recall way back in January of this year of Our Lord MMXI, a similar Award received,  at that time one was overcome with panic and thought whomsoever shouldst one pick?.. Forsooth, how couldst any fine blog be highlighted above another, as all are versatile bloggers in their own right. A seemingly hopeless, nay verily impossible task …  So, after partaking of a posset  an idea was wrought, I dost award every one of thee this prestigious “Versatile Blogger Award” Title … and thou canst pick up the baton of sharing 7 things about thyself if thee doth so wish …

7 things of Pen……

  1. The name ‘Pen’ (Penelope, Penny, whatever!!)  is my middle name, hated by me since childhood , my first name is … not going to say..!!
    But I did start up my blog with the name Lady Penelope, after happening across a 
    YouTube video, and therefore it’s all the fault of Gerry Anderson and his Thunderbirds series…  Before my time but it looked fun…
  2. My father left the family when I was a small child, I’ve always dreamed of finding out why, and if he ever regretted doing so. Sadly I will never find out, as he died before we could meet…I still remember the last time I saw him, I think, unless it’s a false memory…
  3. I always wear my Manchester United Shirt when listening or watching their games at home, (can’t afford to go to all the matches) … To my mind this is why they have such ‘winning ways.’   😉 
  4. I was born in Darlington, County Durham, at my Grandparents Bungalow, a place which holds very special memories for me. Sadly when they died it was sold and I would so love to be able to afford to buy it back… Although I do wonder sometimes if without those two special people, it won’t feel the same?
  5. I have a ‘thing’ about recycling,  I worry about the planet and what our disgusting habits of a throwaway society is going to do to it’s beauty and it’s wildlife. Have you heard about the ‘plastic garbage patch’ ?
  6. I also have a ‘thing’ about milk, I worry if I don’t have enough in the house.  At this precise moment I have 3 x 4ltrs in my fridge. (the plastic bottles are recyclable…) I have no idea if this phobia is some deep, dark memory from my childhood, maybe we ran out for days?  Who knows how the mind works, especially mine!!
  7. I wonder daily about life and it’s meaning, I have tried since I was a child to ‘Do as you would be Done By’…a saying I read in the book  ‘The Water Babies’  by Charles Kingsley… I took this very literally and went about to do a daily ‘good deed’ … I still hold to the reasoning that if one looks for the best in life, day by day, surely it will be found? 

    SO there you have it, all of you Versatile Bloggers, feel free to join in should you so wish… I feel better already…   🙂                      LadyP ……..2011

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Teddy Smiles…

Man United Teddy Bear...

The Teddy Bear sat with his back against the wall
high on the Ottoman from the ground he looked tall
he was only 18 inches and he knew he couldn’t grow
but he was really big on smiles and love he could show.

Teddy Bear scruff 
There was no-one to hold him,  so no-one to care,
there was no-one to see him,  so he just sat there.
Simply longing to be loved,  just waiting for play.
His owner had grown up, her childhood faded away.

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Suddenly a sound,  small childish hands picked him up
cuddled and loved him,  he just couldn’t believe his luck.
He felt renewed,  full of wonder and what meant even more,
wanted, and his stitched smile grew much wider than before.

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LadyP © 2011

Beware….…..

Shield..

 

The pick pocket smiled as he reached swiftly inside
the old ladies handbag, it was left open quite wide..
He had seen something glinting, probably quite rare
He knew he wanted it and besides, she was not there.

Shield..

The old lady smiled as she stood by the room door
watching the young man,  who was a thief for sure
searching for valuables,  taking anything he could
her money,  her broach,  and an old carving of wood.

Shield..

The pick pocket smiled casting his eyes around
quite sneakily,  as a small mouse making no sound
and strange it should be that was how it came to pass
as a mouse,  changed and squeaking, truly cursed alas…

Shield..

The Carving was special,  been in her family for an age,
gifted to them personally as they’d helped an ancient sage
He told them of it’s power, it’s protection as a shield
from people as the pick pocket, it’s magic would wield.

Shield..

A warning to all thieves and pick pockets out there
should you steal from that Old lady, I offer, beware
you may end up as a little mouse squeaking and afraid.
The curse will lift eventually, but for you ‘twould feel an age..

LadyP © 2011

Meeting of Souls….Part 2

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“Yes,”  Fyrespike repeated,  “it’s funny you should think that Lady Pen,  welcome to my idea of Hell,  or my Cave to be exact”  At this I finally had the nerve to open my eyes and stare about the most untidy looking, acrid and foul smelling cave I have ever had the misfortune to visit… ‘Why on earth have you brought me here Fyrespike?” I queried in horror, “If you think for one minute I’m going to clean up this mess and … for goodness sake” I added, waving my hand under my poor nose “there’s surely no air freshener in any existence that’d mask this foul odour” … He coughed, not his usual smoky cough, but a red faced slightly embarrassed one and sheepishly offered the opinion “It’s not that bad is it?”  My eyes were streaming, I could feel my eye liner giving up the ghost and joining the tears sliding their way hastily down my cheek. My hair was being affected too, the straight bob I sported (with the help of hair straighteners and gel) had become a curly festooned mop just sitting on my head, leaving me with the feeling I’d give Coco the Clown a run for his money!!   “Why are we here?” I finally thought to ask.   He waved his pipe in response, growled something unintelligible and suddenly the whole Cave was transformed into a clean, fresh sparkling and most of all empty but tidy place you’d be happy to show your own Mother on a surprise visit!! 

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“Well why on earth hadn’t you thought to do that before ?”   I asked in amazement and he coughed again, before admitting “Since my Mate left, I’ve just let things slide a bit”  and I thought “A bit?”  though instantly felt slightly ashamed, very sympathetic and totally in the wrong. “Why did she leave?” I couldn’t help asking, and he settled himself down on a pile of very large and extremely comfortable looking cushions which suddenly appeared out of  thin air and I glanced about for my seat, but nothing else materialised.  I coughed sharply, earning his sly gaze upon me,  although his eyes were lightly twinkling, then the little red pipe made smoky motions in the air and next to me there appeared a large Chaise Longue, bright red with dark oak legs.  “How lovely “ I thought, until I tried to sit  myself comfortably and only succeeded in falling off the end. Finally, under his very amused stare, I laid myself full length like a sacrificial offering and waited for him to continue his story about his mate…

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“Her name is Kalaseru, and the most beautiful of Red Dragons,” he softly  answered, then paused a second or two to ponder, and finally continued “She left me as I wouldn’t finish my Quest to find the Well of Water Magic,” At this statement my ears almost twitched and my heart plummeted, as I suddenly realised what he wanted of me.  On one of our many adventures he’d touched upon this quest and how he needed a mortal to aid him. Apparently I was that very mortal and my time of helping him had come. “What does this Quest entail” I asked calmly, knowing I couldn’t and therefore wouldn’t let him down, not Fyrespike,  not my friend in need.  “Go on” I encouraged him, while twisting round on my stomach, finding this was a slightly more comfortable but alas a less dignified position on the chaise longue,  and he smiled in response to my tone and predicament, continuing,  “I need your help Lady Pen, to call a Meeting of Souls, and thus enable the Well of Water Magic to come into existence, then all I need to do is drink from the Well, and my magic will henceforth include the rule over Water, and my mate Kalaseru, can combine her magic lore with mine and we shall be complete.” At my raised questioning eyebrow, he sighed heavily and answered “By which I mean, we can mate and produce offspring”  Of course my heart melted and straight away before I could stop myself I’d asked the question “What do I need to do?”

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He laughed. Really and truly belly laughed and then coughed so deeply that I thought the Chaise Longue was an danger of combusting into fire-filled life and me with it, so I jumped up hastily and queried after his health!  “No, honestly I’m  fine, Lady Pen, just feeling happy and ready to start.”   With this comment his pipe was again in use, swirling about as if it had a smoky life of it’s own, by drawing so many pictures in the air that my human eyes couldn’t keep up.  I felt so dizzy that I failed to notice we’d been picked up and gently deposited at an Oasis in a Desert. Which one, dear reader?  Who knows, it may not even be of this Earth, and I was disinclined to ask as my mind was on the task before me. “What do I do?” I repeated slightly less calmly than before. “Well, first of all just take a deep calming breath, and secondly put your right hand Index Finger here…”  I looked to see where his pipe was pointing and there was, of all things, a key hole shape in the base of the nearest Palm Tree, and I hesitated a second, glanced at his Dragon face, and thought “What the heck?” and offered my Index Finger to the said hole… What happened next? Why the Meeting of Souls of course,  which was his soul and mine joining together with a flash of colours so bright my eyes hurt like ….um..Hell.  Suddenly with a clamouring sound, the colours abruptly faded and there before us appeared a magnificent Well,  decorated with so many Runes that not a single stone was to be seen, just the integrated scripts written by long gone souls through aeons of magical and mystical learning.  I caught my breath at the beauty of it, and Fyrespike cast his head back and roared as I’d never heard before. He was on the threshold of his next magic Level, and his mate would be his for the rest of their long-lived lives.  He shuffled forward, bent his head and partook of what looked like sweet, tasting ambrosial water. But his face twisted in agony, and before I could move aside he’d turned and spat it out drenching me,  “What on Earth”  I spluttered, but thankfully he laughed, and tried again to drink the water. This time able to swallow the foul tasting stuff.  He trumpeted a bugling, musical sound, flew straight into the air and revolved around for about two long seeming lifetime minutes.  At last the sound stopped and all was quiet again. He landed next to me and held out a claw, ever so lightly touching my cheek, whilst intoning  “I am Fyrespike, forever thy friend, whenever thou hast need of me, I will attend… Thus speaks Fyrespike, Green Dragon, Master of Air, Earth and now Water…”

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And that my friends is how I spent my time at The Meeting of Souls…. Helping Fyrespike to attain his next level of Magic and regain his mate for life…I hope you enjoyed the story… I will be continuing the saga, telling how I meet with Kalaseru….The most challenging of female Red Dragons…

LadyP © 2011

Mad Hatter…..

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~~“How much for this?” ~~
~~I said to the man ~~
~stood behind the stall~
~by his little white van~
~He followed my gaze~
~ and eyebrow raised~
^^he said “it’s free to you, should you answer true^^

Mad Hatters Hat!!

I stared eyes wide
but couldn’t decide,
then he further said
“first idea in your head?”
so I answered him true,
~~“How mad are you?” ~~
^^he said “It’s yours free as you truly answered me”^^

and that’s how I came by this top hat!!

Mad Hatters Hat!!

LadyP © 2011