Unfinished

Picture credit: Shel Silverstein's The Giving Tree Unfinished The game is never up, the last tune never played, if life is just for chance, there's nothing worth saving, not even the last dance Don't cry aloud don't rail at me, just smile and grip the moment, living, until there, it's gone like a passing cloud,…Read more Unfinished

Flax Golden Tales…

I thought this was worth reblogging since The Flax Golden Tales now stretch to 13 and the latest addition, One Single Memory is a poignant poem of young, unrequited love by writer, Caillen James. A book of children's poems found in a charity shop and a mysterious birthday message, a collage of carefully selected images…Read more Flax Golden Tales…

A lifetime full of stories…

This creative experiment about a book and a mysterious birthday message has turned out some stunning tales, none more than this one, a poignant tale of loss and longing, from Ms Skyfall and  A Lifetime full of Stories…

Ms Skyfall

Soldier Silhouette 2_4I stole some time off my work to make a small and quick attempt to trace the story behind the message in the book.

The other versions are here:
To Sir with Love
The Book
Sylvia’s Letter

She carefully chose the things which she was going to paste in the book. Scott is far now, and probably looking smart and brave in the army uniform. She was so small then, clinging to him and crying all the time, until he got into the van and said good bye. Then she waved back at him till her arms ached and could no longer see him.

Over the years, she has collected so many things to give him when he comes back. Where ever she went, she never forgot to bring back something special for him. Because he was special. People told her she was stupid to wait for him. That he…

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Sylvia’s Letter

This is where it all started and, frankly, explains the unsightly plaster stuck to the collage, I needed something to cover ‘Heather’s’ name because I’ve written it as Sylvia’s letter to her boyfriend saying all the things she wanted to say to him but couldn’t because her mother (Sylvia’s Mother) wouldn’t let him come to the phone.

Postcard from a Pigeon

When I bought a book in a charity shop I found a mysterious birthday collage inside the cover. Fijay from Blog On! and I decided we would both do our own versions of the story behind the message in the book.

I bought a book by Shel Silverstein in a charity shop. He wrote Sylvia’s Mother. It was a book of his drawings and poetry for children. I remembered buying the same book once, in New York, and bringing it home and reading it for my children. There was a birthday message, pasted as a collage, inside the book and a cryptic note to whomever it was intended. I mentioned this to fellow blogger, Fijay who has many theories about what was going on. So, I suggested she post a blog about her interpretation and I would post mine.

Now my first experience of Shel Silverstein was as a songwriter

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I have a Dilemma…

IN THE CONTINUING MYSTERY OF THE BIRTHDAY CARD IN THE BOOK FROM THE CHARITY SHOP, here's a fresh look from LOST PROPERTY   Below is my take on the idea offered up by Twisted Roads Of Madness and Postcard from a Pigeon. The idea of finding a collage in a second hand book. Note: That…Read more I have a Dilemma…

To Sir With Love — Devil Doll Musings

I took a Twisted Road of Madness to find Sylia’s Letter and this is my take on how Dermott got that book … To Sir With Love “Hi, do you have any books by,” I paused to consult my note. “Shel Silverstein?” “The guy who wrote ‘a Boy Named Sue’ and ‘Sylvia’s Mother’? Sure.” The… via…Read more To Sir With Love — Devil Doll Musings

Unposted letter 2

Letter 2 from Blog On!

Blog On!!!

Dear Heather

I recognised your handwriting when I took the delivery

I just stuffed the parcel in my workbag so no’one would see

I told you my marriage was over… that I was seperated awaiting divorce…. truth is….yes its a relationship long gone cold…partly my own doing… betraying her trust…

But we limp on… keeping up appearances for the sake of the children… I just hang on… wishing for the day she would smile again ….anything

I am wracked with guilt and shame….it tears me apart inside sometimes

Because dear Heather…. you are just one in a long line…. its what I do…. a kind of twisted self validation

I seduce to satisfy a deep yearning…. for sex?…. partly… but its much deeper than that….its a yearning to fill this empty void I have become….a validation of myself as a man

And it is satisfied………. temporarily

So I’m sorry Heather……

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Sylvia’s Letter

When I bought a book in a charity shop I found a mysterious birthday collage inside the cover. Fijay from Blog On! and I decided we would both do our own versions of the story behind the message in the book. I bought a book by Shel Silverstein in a charity shop. He wrote Sylvia's…Read more Sylvia’s Letter