Inspired by Sunday Scribblings, who in their serendipitous manner chose the word "crush" as their prompt this week for our creative writing pleasures............how do you women know how to pick the right word?? You girls are psychic or somethin'?
So, here goes my attempts ........accompanied by a warm glowing sense of je ne sais quoi......
So, here goes my attempts ........accompanied by a warm glowing sense of je ne sais quoi......
There are some stop action memory moments in one's life which resonate and sometimes get to be replayed with a smile. Past crushes fit this category. Kookaburra crushes top the list. Have you ever experienced one of those?
hmmmmmmmmmm..........how to describe it.................
it captivates you with it's beguiling charm
it entrances you like sips of orange laced cointreau
it fills your ears with laughter and song
it energizes you beyond the need for sleep
it enamours you with gifts of opals from far away
it charms your air with an essence of eucalyptus
it makes you laugh until your cheeks hurt
it teaches you how to focus on the moment
it envelopes you with a sense of one
A kookaburra crush is
a fun rumbling, rambling trainride with a swagman
through the mountains
along the sea coast
past many tiny lights of villages
into the unknown
sometimes it even forces you to try marmite....
er, I mean vegemite........
washed down with heaps of red wine.
sometimes it leaves you with the words to
Waltzing Mathilda etched into your memory
forever and ever and ever......
a kookaburra crush of Cretan proportions.........
visits your daydreams occasionally
but only taps you on the shoulder about once every 23 years
surprising you from afar
making you want to dance in a Zorba circle,
holding hands
remembering fondly.............
It brings a smile to your face whenever you take the time to revisit the memories
Allowing you to remember one very special week of tenderness that happened a long time ago.
Nick, you've been punk'd! How wonderful to hear from you mr. kookaburra after all these years....... what fun we had!
hmmmmmmmmmm..........how to describe it.................
it captivates you with it's beguiling charm
it entrances you like sips of orange laced cointreau
it fills your ears with laughter and song
it energizes you beyond the need for sleep
it enamours you with gifts of opals from far away
it charms your air with an essence of eucalyptus
it makes you laugh until your cheeks hurt
it teaches you how to focus on the moment
it envelopes you with a sense of one
A kookaburra crush is
a fun rumbling, rambling trainride with a swagman
through the mountains
along the sea coast
past many tiny lights of villages
into the unknown
sometimes it even forces you to try marmite....
er, I mean vegemite........
washed down with heaps of red wine.
sometimes it leaves you with the words to
Waltzing Mathilda etched into your memory
forever and ever and ever......
a kookaburra crush of Cretan proportions.........
visits your daydreams occasionally
but only taps you on the shoulder about once every 23 years
surprising you from afar
making you want to dance in a Zorba circle,
holding hands
remembering fondly.............
It brings a smile to your face whenever you take the time to revisit the memories
Allowing you to remember one very special week of tenderness that happened a long time ago.
Nick, you've been punk'd! How wonderful to hear from you mr. kookaburra after all these years....... what fun we had!
13 comments:
a Kookaburra crush ~ sounds like a drink .... :) a very special cocktail...
am off out now on that smiling note, this took me back to whirl wind magical memories of my own...
rewind and play.
A great description, have a lovely week
Good morning! Thanks for stopping by my blog. That led me here. And I'm blown away. Such fabulous writing! And I love the photos and graphics you use. I have definitely found a new blog for my 'favorites' list!
What sweet memories! I like your whimsical tale of your Kookaburra crush.
hey Katie.....it does sound like a drink! As I recall, it contain a hell of lot of ouzo. yummy!
Greeting em....... glad to know you're out there, or actually just south of me!! New England, right? Your snowblowing story crack me up!
Hi Tara......it was a whimsical whirlwind of a week......a whoosh of a crush, yes it was. :)
Love your flair for writing and smiled through this story - especially at the end....I hope Nick sees it!
Wonderful Kookaburra Crush memory!
Dont mean to be a stickler, but its vegemite not marmite. I know.. I know.. Same thing. But to us its not the same thing, thats what makes us Aussie
Hey Layla..........yes, I think he will see it :)
welcome gemma....
Monk......you know what? It was marmite because the Aussie's couldn't find any vegemite in southern Europe, which is where the kookaburra "pestled my heart." I have tried vegemite too, which I must admit needed heaps of red wine to chase it as well! I may not like vegemite, but I do like shrimp on the barbie...... and a good Foster's..... :)
Kookaburras definitely eat Vegemite. It's those ground hugging Kiwis that eat Marmite.
Kookaburras are also smart enough to carry a small jar of Vegemite with them under there wings. I even have a photo of certain people sitting on the patio of a certain villa in Crete and there on the table is... Vegemite!!
really? what was I thinking? Of course a kookaburra would be smart enough to be prepared...
I'd love to see the photo Mr. Kookaburra...... I bet the jar issitting beside a big bottle of ouzo and heaps of red wine?
been biking lately?
oh.......I changed the post.....
the other details? did I leave anything out?
So different post. I really enjoyed reading this.
gautami
Painfully yours..
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