darlings
there’s a Haiku moment over at subliminal coffee today and we decided to join in (a rare occurrence, for us, but we Do Try from time to time to be more of a “team-player”).
here’s ours (the theme is ORIGIN):
marmalade begins
oranges and sugar sweet
ends on toast chez nous
now – to be Entirely honest – we wrote this because we have an unfulfilled desire.
we can’t have marmalade in the House because we’d get up in the middle of the night to eat it with a spoon* – nor toast – or a Toaster (even a Breville that Sloane Ranger brides put on wedding lists from The General Trading Company – look at all those Royal Warrants)
so, once again, the realm of the inspirational brings forth hidden desires and heals, darlings ;-)
and we order Toast and Marmalade (usually in the company of friends) at 5-star hotels, instead.
like here – at the St. Regis (the toast had not yet arrived).
*was this too much information? *askanceLookToCamera* we do hope not.
a moment of Vulnerability never hurt anyone, apparently.
*nervouslookintomiddledistance*
gosh.
we Rather enjoyed writing that haiku.
here it is again:
marmalade begins
oranges and sugar sweet
ends on toast chez nous
perhaps we’ll go for a more Pastoral theme next time.
who knows.
Life is very mysterious right now.
one never knows What will happen.
in Other News (as they used to say on the BBC), we saw this “daily prompt” over at wordpress HQ and thought – “in-ter-est-ing…..” (which was possibly what Eddie Izzard used to call “strokey-beard-time” but we don’t have any need for epilation creams due to our pale creamy complexion).
the “call to action” as they probably still say in digital media meetings *looktocamera* is this:
Daily Prompt: Seven Days
by michelle w. on March 7, 2013You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week.
now here’s what Victoria Wood and Julie Walters might suggest for a week in the sun with a windfall (dear American friends and others Further Afield – this is a comedy sketch based on truly dreadful British Daytime Telly and we giggle at it A Lot even today, many years later).
and us?
*lookstomiddledistance*
well – let’s see – assuming we have the green card *sighs* by this week-with-a-windfall (and can thus Leave The Country).
1. Hiring an Aston Martin DB5
2. Drive up Highway 1
3. A night in San Francisco in homage to Anita Loos who was born there and wrote This
4. Fly to Europe (said very vaguely – hopefully Someone Clever will be making the Arrangements – not one of our skills – how we miss our Assistant, the splendid Olga *sighs* from the last day job) and get a Train through the Alps in homage to Sybille Bedford
“True, when the train had crossed the Alps and engaged its slow descent into a sunlit fruitful valley, I had experienced a state of sheer joy, a fulfilment of a longing that lies dormant in many of us whose birth has been into the rain.”
5. Pick up a 1953 Sunbeam Alpine and continue on for a few days until arriving in Portofino - spend one night there and drive all the way along the coast to Cannes
6. final night in Cannes at Hotel Splendide before taking Le Train Bleu (we know it doesn’t run anymore but Tis Fantasy, non?) all the way up to Paris and flying back to Los Angeles (at the front of the plane please, with the nice linens on the back of the headrest).
To complete the fantasy of a week off with 10K to spend?
A commission from a wealthy and capricious editor, probably foreign, possibly titled, so we have an entree to the finest and make back the 10K in writing and syndication fees……
delicious.
*sighs*
what would You do with a Week Off and 10,000 in your currency?
Yes, am hungry now!! Alas, we have Whiskey Marmalade but NO BREAD… do have a spoon though! :-)
*smiling*
The Toast gods shall forgive this once……
What a fun and sweet twist for the haiku. Nice to meetcha. You’re having entirely too much fun.
As if your entire musing weren’t delicious enough (and giving me a #serioushankering for marmelade), j’adore ce dernier –
“A commission from a wealthy and capricious editor, probably foreign, possibly titled, so we have an entree to the finest and make back the 10K in writing and syndication fees……”
Perfection.
As for moi? I would be hard-pressed to choose between paying some bills and sleeping in my #ownlittlebigbed with its two red comforters (and a week off from dailyplateofcrazy which (gasp) I’ve surely never done) or…. eh oui… Paris, whatever the weather, or possibly the South. Nice. For the renewal of everything precious that comes from breathing that air, the music of la plus belle langue du monde, the jettison back to a younger-stronger-surer-freer self, pen poised to dance sur les rochers, la mer à coté.
Deep sigh.
it shall happen.
magic things transpire when one Writes Them Down.
here’s for a summer waiting for the Mistral!
Evocative haiku, so moving that I, an amateur toast maker, was forced to make tragically imperfect toast with truly sad, desiccated marmalade. :-)
But secretly jealous that you had Toast and Marmalade…..*sighs*
Don’t tell anyone but I had some lovely Yunnan Pu-erh Tea as well.
Having thought about your query as what I would do with a little windfall money and time, I think I would go to Galway in Ireland, and walk amongst the boats and with some luck, find a nice scone, and later a place will they will pour me an ale and bathe me in some winsome folk music.
ah yes.
Galway.
an Excellent spirit-filled-beauteous choice.
so glad you came to visit!
scones!
oh! could we ever have a virtual #sconetasting gathering?
does it have to be virtual *petulantLook*
starving.
just wrote 2000 words into novel and need sustenance.
scones sound good.
Ooh, I loved your haiku. It made me immediately get up, dig around for the last Wasa cracker (no bread in this household for the moment either), spread it with cream cheese and a bit of ginger jam (no marmalade to be found). I refilled the coffee mug (the American size one, not the pretty Frenchy espresso one) and sat back down to breakfast on your dreams. So thank you, a nice start to the day.
But I will disappoint you dear one. As much as I would like to dream a little dream with me, well, if I woke up to 10k on my dressing table I would cry happy tears then march it straight to the bank.
I will tag along though on your wonderful itinerary in my thoughts though. I imagine that you mean by “Europe” (quite vague that) that you will be flying into Berlin? And that we will meet for a picnic lunch on the Ile St Honorat at Cannes? Trust me, it is lovely: http://lostinarles.blogspot.fr/2012/05/cannes-and-ile-saint-honorat.html
Have a wonderful day…sun has come out here at last!
PS. That Duckman Fan is a sneaky one…
Oooooo quelle beauteous.
Thank you for that trip to Cannes-adjacent-ness.
Tea and baudelaire with the monks, one day
Hello and good morning. Nicely done on your haiku. Mine is about food, too.
Ooooo coming to Visit right Now
Thank you for visiting my blog. I look forward to more haiku exchanges over the next two weeks.
‘so, once again, the realm of the inspirational brings forth hidden desires and heals’
I really like that. I’m very glad you posted your haiku twice. I think it bore repeating.
You know what I liked best about the poem? I could see a shiny spot in the marmalade, catching lamplight. Well, I also quite enjoyed the French bit, too.
Thank you for playing. :)
*smiling*
thank you so much for liking-the-haiku
quelle fun thing to do!
more please.