Now once again I find myself
in this terrible predicament
a weight of the world
on my sloping shoulders
pulse banging hard and fast
shivering breath and pearls of sweat
three times of every year
this cycle of horrific fear
one of the those repeating event
I need to find my wife a present
One down, two to go. Ha de Gött!
Things around falling apart everything looks bleak and dark when outlook is crashing down giants eats the light around don't worry, everything will be fine I'll just put the kettle on
Tea fixes everything, ha de Gött!
Sometimes we get it wrong
too much information
to the loo
he enthusiastically admired
Per in wrinkles
doesn’t make sense
I’ll go and look for some periwinkles, toodle-oo. Ha de Gött!
He could feel something beside him. Just that notion of movement that for a split second sent a chill down his spine. Instinctively he turned to see. With a gasp and a stumbling step back he realised he was staring onto his worst fear. The chill from his spine spread like a spiders web over his back. His heart skipped a few beats before it starting to pump harder. The tongue went dry and started to swell as his mouth opened so wide that the chin almost hit the floor. A long drop as he was a tall person.
Staring back at him with open mouth was and old man. Bald with bushy eyebrows and thick hair coming out of the nostrils and ears. Wrinkles like canyons covered the pale reddish skin. A bit of contradiction he found himself to think. He froze staring at the scary image of a crocked back trying to lean back. The chill had turned into a dripping sweat when he heard his wife’s voice in a hazy distance. Forcing himself to snap out of the shock he managed to squeeze out a “huh”.
Now he could clearly hear his wife telling him in a loud voice to stop prance about in front of the mirror!
Age with grace, ha de Gött!
Mysterious forest track
what’s around the bend
will I meet Rapunzel
long blond hair from a cliff tower
stumble over racing hare and a hedgehog
smoke smelling and well fed Hänsel und Gretel
is that a cat in a hat and boots
feel the stare in the neck from seven ravens
a few steps further seven short men singing
Cinderella and Snow White dancing hand in hand
Sweet dreams, ha de Gött!
Left here since the ice age some ten thousand years ago. Watching how the nature around slowly changes. Generations come and go. Past generations believed these blocks of stone was thrown by giants or the the gods. The stone knows.
Fact or fable, where’s the fun. Ha de Gött!
cringed rhyme on a package oversized shopping mall Santa ho, ho, hoo sleigh bells and jingles wailed to pieces White Christmas blasting from cracked speaker membrane frantic blipping red hot gold cards twinkling blank eyes, pulling arms perfect Disney tree in Hong Kong plastic coloured balls and flashing lights hurry hurry get some more you better buy for goodness sake keep those wheels turning get in that Christmas spirit
It’s a holiday, not a contest, ha de Gött Christmas.
The forester planted a seed and it sprung from the ground. He was pleased and nurtured the plant. Watched as it grew, shooting branches with foliage so green. He was widely praised for this beautiful tree and its fast growth. Pleased he sat down to closely watch over his tree.
Slowly the colours changed. Deep healthy green faded in to yellow and red. The forester franticly ran with buckets of water and fertilizer to bring back the green. Branches started to come off so he started to trim them to save what was healthy. All he could hear was dissatisfied grunts.
Slowly the tree withered and died. With heavy heart and tears in his eyes he walked away. Fingers pointing in discontent. On top of the hill he turned around to see. To see what was left of his tree. The dense forest around blocked his view. Blocking the sun rays.
Stay focused but don’t forget to look up, ha de Gött!
Abandoned farm that slowly the forest takes back. Who lived here and why did they leave. Was it a big lively family laughing around the dinner table after a hard days work. Children grew up and went away to university and high payed jobs in the city, even to the other side of the world, maybe Down Under?
The old couple staying on until their bodies gave in to age. Now sitting in the retirement home with their memories. Memories of the cows mooing a salute for the early morning milking. The smell of warm stable on a cold winter morning. Pigs grunting as they slowly wake up ready to be feed. Laughter from children playing hide and seek at the forest edge. A gentle kiss and a caress over her pregnant belly.
The fading photo of a smiling family in front of the farm silently slips from her hand as she falls asleep in the chair.
Happiness is a retrospect, ha de Gött!
Karljohansvamp (Boletus edulis) or in English cep, penny bun, porcino or porcini. Introduced to the Swedish cuisine by the, from France, imported king, Karl XIV Johan. From then on it has been called Karljohansvamp.
Karl XIV Johan was born 1736 as Jean Bernadotte in Pau, France. He became king of Sweden and Norway in 1818. On the throne until 1844 when he passed away at Stockholm Castle.
Eat like a king, have some mushroom. Ha de Gött!
UlleHaddock 