A little short story

 One perfect moment.

I walked alone, for what had seemed like so many years, not really sure where I belonged, having been mother, wife, dutiful daughter, Student, teacher, artist, and so much more. But after the divorce, parted from the husband with whom I really should never have started. The kids flown the nest, now at best just a phone call every other week. The art gone, along with the house, now after all the years of laughter and sadness, someone else`s dream. 

The years after wandering, seemingly lost in time and space, seemingly drifting   from place to place. Never quite belonging, for what use has society got for someone single in their late forties with no proper job, no role and out of place?. Rejected, dejected,fed up and so pissed off. 

A hand reaches out, opens the door, smiles as a shudder flows down though my spine. The eyes twinkle with understanding, what did they see? Surely they couldn`t have seen past this tired outside to youthful passion deep inside? A smile again, unspoken words with promise of so much more. Part of me flutters with anticipation, the excitement of youth mixed with the wisdom of age.

The walk back is unlike any moment I have ever felt, we speak of nothing and everything, the trifles of life loaded with such meaning.  To hear such things is such a delight. As the moonlight filters though the trees, a gentle hand reaches mine, her eyes sparkle as if mini suns are going supernova in her soul, as she reaches out; her lips brush mine as my world explodes.   

 Wow, for I`m women and my time is now.

For you Toni , but don`t tell the secret

Back again

Oh why do you ask me?

For so many years I have not felt your gentle touch,

I thought that I had left you behind,

In fact I have often said as much,

The part in which you and I had the fun times,

Lived what seemed to be a dream,

Those magic stolen moments,

 Where we seemed to be one,

When the edges blurred to a point when neither, you, or I could decide who or what we had become.

But those times are long since gone,

For both of us the world has moved on and we have changed in what seems like so many ways.

I ache now as I move, which only goes to prove,

That at some point we pay the price for the misadventures of youth.

But you’re still seemingly ageless, all powerful, with a twinkle which catches one eye.

But when I get close, those signs of age are there if I chose to be unkind, but why would I dare?  

When in a single moment, you untwine your fingers around my heart.

So that I truly wish that we had never come to part.

But what do you feel?

Has time come to pass for you at all?

I know that as I speak, almost not waiting for your reply.

I`m putting off that moment when I must commit.

The fear seems silly I know, but after so many years I bet it really shows..

To answer the question you dared to asked,

I guess I better find out if I`m up to the task.

So with more than just a little trepidation, I approach

Reach over and touch,

You were right,

For just one more magic moment we can fly.

Feel like those years had not passed by.

Step once again into our shared youth,

Time to press your starter,

Hear your seductive sound abound,  

And once again, ride like there is no tomorrow,

For in the end there is only ever truly now,

Extra

An extras story

A thousand little stories

A thousand dreams

 To create one magic moment ,

Glittering perfection upon the screen

Behind those dreams

Everything is not what it seems

Four am start after only 3 hours sleep,

Glitter of film

Fool`s gold to those who reach out and touch

Battered by all the egos of which take hold

All this for thirty seconds of film,

Two weeks of endless retakes

Back again and again

“Freeze creep”

“I said Freeze”

“Ok stand down”

“Nothing to see here”

“Retake, back to positions please”

Av in hard conversation with the director

“WE NEED YOU TO LOOK MORE SCARED”

Why is this Jane Eyre?

“Freeze Creep, I said Freeze.”

Oh God not again

This is enough to bring me to my knees

We have been stuck in a corridor all day,

A wall between the action and us  

“Silent,”

“Hush”

“Action”

Take 300...

Ok Well maybe take 30

“Have you seen the star yet?”

“No, have you?”

As the pretty girl sits and chews

 Boredom takes hold.

 Filing out as the star walks past

In public,  private thoughts

A  hundred pairs of questioning eyes look on

One moment two worlds collide

Unreal one in which star resides

And real one of you and I 

A poem for project aspect

My Story?

What really?

You ask what has changed my environment the most?

Ok, here goes

Looking back there has only ever really been one constant fact

From the age of 5 months

Classic cars have held my heart.

How do I know?

 Ask my mother if you dare

When others read Shoot or the Beano

I reread faded copies of Classic cars,

Until the images became the very things I dreamed about,

As I grew up other passions came along

Motorcycles rather than girls

Even so I sought out the older bikes

Arial, Douglas, BSA, all come to mind

Echoes from a time long since gone

But in the end classic cars returned to haunt my thoughts

The joy of chasing down some old obscure car that I adored

Meeting the people that you do

As you drive some faded memory of their youth

Showing that they too can have a dream and follow it though

The cost, often high,

Social life?

 Not much chance passed a burger in a cafe,

Another blast down an empty highway

Escaping from the darkest part of the night

With the sound of the engine

The flash of the head light

 Followed by a quick curse

Breakdown stopping the flow

Another explanation needed

Turning up late is not so great

Do I regret the cost?

Not single penny or thought

But in the dead of the night

The not so empty road, whispers

Haunting my dreams

Invading my thoughts

Calling for one more blast

But at what cost?  

Running

Well in the words of someone , best run before we can walk. So for only the second time in my life I blogg, but from the phone this time . Bugger now just trip up ..

My new blog

This is my new blog where I will be presenting my creative writing work.
So please feel free to come and browse and make any comments.
Some of the work will be for Uni as at the moment I`m a second year English Student studying English with Creative Writing with the University College Falmouth. Other pieces will be those that I write and share as hopefully someone will like them.

Enjoy the reading

Thank you

Alex