‘Table’ – where does the word take you? So many types of tables. An inanimate object, that has many uses, with lots going on in and around it.
It was lovely to hear the happenings around the tables. Lovely memories and realisations of the power of table and what happens around it.
Once again, a moment to take us somewhere we may not otherwise have ventured into. Some lovely realisations arrived, and it was lovely to hear the stories.
We hope you enjoy these expressions. Where does this topic take you?
Feel free to comment or pass on for others to experience these short journeys.
The next week’s word is ‘future’
Hope to see you there.
(Dedicated to Nicholas Daniels)
He sorts out the wooden type And sets them in a random way That makes no sense they’re back to front A mirror of fonts and sizes to fill the space Placed on table tops to fit just right He sorts out the wooden type Washing and cleaning the fading ink Knowing what he has left is something That makes no sense they’re back to front There is no message in these blocks Just a balance of size and shape. He sorts out the wooden type From faraway print shops now defunct, No longer using this form of font That makes no sense they’re back to front An art form he has resurrected When typesetting was wooden blocks He sorts out the wooden type That makes no sense they’re back to front PJR 25.09.2022
Around the table
She cooked a beautiful roast, Balanced with all the colours, Textures, smooth to crunch, A wonderful gathering for lunch.
Rounding up the troops, Like a battlefield, Not a straight-line route, Jumping hoop, a quick ‘shoot’
“Nani’s here to eat with us” Thinking that might lessen the fuss, And it did to some degree, They finally arrive and sit with me.
From here we enjoyed Such deep conversation Pokemons, Harry Potter The Russian invasion.
There was the battle of the greens, Education on the benefit of beans One minute laughs, then tears Piercing my ears.
Rapid movement from One state to the next, No time to feel perplexed.
Just rolling on Enjoying the banter Realising the power Of this magical encounter.
Around the table So much to gain With food splattered everywhere Nothing mundane.
How often do we gather Now in such a way? To share and express And have our say?
It was a beautiful reminder Of what time around the table can bring It really does make my heart sing…
What I have got on this week? Dinner at 7pm That should be good People sit which is understood
Then there’s cards That clears the top To make space For dealing and swap
The jigsaw is always a challenge Gradually getting bigger Across the surface no scavenge As how the pieces are joined is figured There is celebration and high fives and it stays there a while
Then there’s the meetings With family and friends Often with drinks and shouting That feels like it never ends
The worst is to be forgotten Not used and left to get dusty The house quiet and feeling crusty
When things are on top of me And people are around I feel wanted With my feet on the ground With a head and legs also I feel like my owners plus torso
To be a table Makes me feel able No need for a cable Or a label I look good Naked or dressed Use me Feel impressed
Cards on the table
Family gathering, it’s been some years A funeral no less, a sad occasion REALLY! Why sad Aunt Maud was a tyrant, we should be glad
She had a good life, spoilt to the hilt Gave us a run for our money Are we all here out of respect Or some for the “bees and the honey”
Now hang on a minute She had many good points Always provided a decent spread on Sundays And a nice cold ale to pass the day
Oh come on Bert, we knew the drill Bowing down to her every whim I remember the day she almost smiled Few and far between
Well now Alfred, what would you know You’ve hardly seen her since sixty-four Never a word, never a letter Let alone a knock on her door
Some gather here, profess to be dear Sharing stories, what a crock Bert was sweet on Maud Alfred the jealous one
Maud was kind, caring and gentle If only one could see Laying your true cards on the table Can show how real life can be
Now don’t be such a silly old goat It’s your shout Alfred Lay YOUR cards on the table Let’s drink to our Maud