The Crone ran short of gossip so she went to the top of the palm
Crone was running short of things to say
so she had the little monkey take her once more
to the top of the palm tree, near to the shore
where she took her binoculars
found in her sights:
a pirate ship pirating
a miners minering
a lazy lady sleeping in a hammock on Owl Island
a boss lady wielding a whip
a doll maker making a magic doll
two other old crones, was that a brawl?
photographers photographing all of the sights
and an old man with a lantern lighting the lights
by day
What are they doing? remains to be seen
she thinks they planning the dread
hallowe’en
Her note pad is full so she waits to be taken
back to her computer to get it all down
before the ink fades
and she’s driven from town
The Crone’s witches on holiday
The kitchen witches , Crone is glad to say
have done so much work they need a holiday
so the dear ladies found their very best hats
and cleaned all the brooms and found
the old red canoe, they are on their way
to the city of ladies to spend and to talk
to the waiter who serves them so well.
So don’t be surprised if you find a canoe
parked beside your convertible or a wandering witch
shopping for new straw or a few
little black bats and a stray cat or two
If you would like a chat please join the big table
and try the very best brew if you’re brave from their jug
(They might even offer you a ride )
Dangerous Women
The girls built a snow fort…
The story is on Cronelogical, do drop in but be sure to look out for dangerous women armed and guarded. Fran
Thursday morning tea
Seniors day at our Cafe
The elders meet and greet
talk of the day,the weather, the news or when Old Seventy
sold her shoes for a pair of red gumboots
or the time that Fifty-Seven met Sixty-two
or the grandchild that swallowed the cherries
from Grandma’s hat
and had to be pumped–now that
reminds me, “Do you recall that time you painted
Gran’s Cadilac firy red with the can we found
by Gramp’s old barn?”
Square dance meetings in Poplar School
or teacher Black who broke her rule
over Bill’s hard head? Wasn’t she the one
we caught kissing Jim’s brother? And how we teased
her next day ’till she blushed?
Birthday Greetings
Crone takes her cronies to afternoon tea
Crone has taken her cronies to tea
at the inn where the chef makes the best
steaming oysters
and scallops
and things in their shells
all served by himself with a most haughty style
ignoring their hats
and their smiles
He serves out the fishes and each gets a dollop
of cream
or some pepper to taste
A tall jug of magic brew
will be enough for one or two
Will you join them?
Visiting
This morning crone spent at her desk in the high tower
looking back
looking over
reading the works of the elders and the others
so sends out a message to all of us who live in this space
Please do as I have done, read back a while, go through the list of us
and wonder at the diversity, detail, breadth, fun
and tell each other what a joy it is to see what we have made together.
The Aunty and Uncle at the Pink and Black Ball
Last night the party was a Pink and Black Ball for the girl who had turned eighteen. Uncle showed up in an all pink suit while Aunt wore a hat with panache. Aunt’s portrait may be found in Cronelogical’s site . (And Hallowe’en’s still to come)
Witch Seventy visits the Apothecary
When Crone-in-the-tower
wanted herbs for her tea
old Kitchen Seventy was happy
for she
could go to the shop
and show off her new hat
dress and new broom
Apothecary
was kind, gave her a fine vessel
filled with good things to take back.
This photo is taken with her consent
by one of the lads with his magical phone
and promised a copy for Seventy to hang
by her trestle
The kitchen witch goes for groceries to Il Taverna di Muse
Waking the crone-of-the-look-out-tower was very hungry
for she had forgotten to lay in supplies and all of her helpers
were still asleep. She had not thought too much about this
problem when planning her stay high above the City of Ladies.
A stirring in the cottage kitchen reminded her that she had
left her lucky kitchen witch in the dresser drawer. She hastily
opened the draw and Kitchen Witch number seventy-two rose
on her broomstick, “Now what am I supposed to do?”
“Please dear dear Seventy, can you help me? I am so sorry
if you found the forks uncomfortable but it is 48 hours since
dinner. What can I do?”
Seventy was not in a particularly good mood but recalled
that Old Crone had always hung her carefully on a comfortable
peg beside the warm chimney. “I’ll do what I can” she said, “
fetch my basket and fasten it and I’ll go down to the
Il Taverna di Muse and see if they can rustle up a breakfast
and shop around for some crumpets for tea.”
And so it was that Seventy became the delivery witch
and the Crone was so grateful she made two new frocks
and a very big new hat for her witch and hung her in the
Plac de Honor behind the dining table. (Please readers
remember that Crone never did pass her French Exam)
