Posted Saturday February 6
This Little vignette appeared from nowhere
when I read this week's given words at
Sunday's Whirligig and Sunday Scribblings
the Second.
This Little vignette appeared from nowherewhen I read this week's given words at
Sunday's Whirligig and Sunday Scribblings
the Second.
Memories (or maybe not) of my late teens in Swinging 6o's London Town!
Those were the days my friend.
A whisper, a venue.
Ate a cake that sent us swaying.
Passed a mysterious envelope from one eager hand to another.
Passed a mysterious envelope from one eager hand to another.
Carried another suitcase to another hall, its contents hiding ’twixt the pleats of a skirt, the folds of a shirt, in the sole of a shoe.
Lucy. Lucy in the sky. Lucy. Lucy?
Fever my friend. Fever in the morning, fever all through the night. Fever!
Memories mon amie. Souvenirs tout au long de la nuit. Some scissor sharp. Some forgotten.
Best forgotten.
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days.
Blimey - she's 66 now!
66 seems young! You are so right those hits that stirred us all those years still set my feet a'tapping and croaking the words.
ReplyDeleteAha so there were cakes then too ;) i think this one sang from the heart
ReplyDeleteWell who would have thought it....now I feel so boring!:)
ReplyDeleteWow, that was nice, very clever and very nice
ReplyDeleteThis was like browsing through my old record collection. Yes, I still have it. And yes, it brings back certain brightly detailed memories, and a few not so glowing. Great use of the words,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
What was in that cake? Hmm...
ReplyDeleteNicely done once again.
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