I've been feeling dry lately... a lack of words though not a lack of passion.
The other day I was humming Leonard Cohen's masterpiece, Hallelujah, and noted the structure, 8, 8, 10, with the 10 rhyming through out the entire song. As a challenge, I decide to write a piece in that structure. My Fantasy is of course fitting my style of dreaming. It is not merely one woman in this fantasy but a blend of many over my 55 years of eating lunch alone at a variety of places.
Then this weird world of Twitter has people who play the part of characters. I ended up being followed by Lady Rose MacClare, and I was just being playful saying I wrote a piece for Mary but anything for Rose may end up being a little sassy. She blew me a kiss, what was I to do but write something. Ah... that feels good.