ARTISAN OF WORDS


I am an artisan of words
Which I sculpt, chisel and fashion the way I can;
I am a creator of worlds;
I pour my emotion into the poems I write.
I breathe life into them, blow them skywards
And finish them only when they sound right.

These remnants of thought without reason
Will remain on pages season after season
Long after I'm gone; when my task is done
The love, the longing, the pain
Will be evoked then by somebody else
Who in turn will remember and write again
To create another slow soft song
That people can read and draw into their hearts
Then pillowed by words, cushioned by dreams
My poems will ride high the moonbeams.



Copyright: Rani Turton 2007


Sunday, July 27, 2008

The Eiffel Tower Gets The Blues


When I came to know that the lighting of the Eiffel Tower was going to turn blue to celebrate France's presidency of the European Union I was all agog to see it. So we went dashing off one evening to see this seasonal summer wonder. (July and August only). At 10 p.m it started off with a pale blue glow, and then for 15 minutes there were sparkling lights travelling all over the Tower. Then the blue settled down as elegantly like a lady setttling her gown and everyone was just staring at it. It was simply amazing. In fact it was splendid. Forget about mean people say about cost, light pollution, Martians being to able to see our overlighted earth. The Iron Lady was fabulous in her blue sequinned evening gown.

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