130/2023

The full version:

We had a hollow time of it,
Inbetween the empty weekends,
When nothing happened but
The ringing of the plague bells
Up and down every street
Of every town and village,
While the cathedral cities
Stood silent in the rain.

We had a bloodied time of it,
Secure in the dungeons and
Torture the crown reserves
For those who speak their
Minds openly next to
The eventual scaffold
While the ravens sing.

We had a deadly time of it,
In the cells, under the blade,
While the country, headless
In its lunacy watched us
Executed in the name of
Peace.

R 10/05/2023 20:04

The Mastodon version:

We had a hollow time of it,
The ringing of the plague bells
Up and down every street
Of every town and village,
The cathedral cities silent in the rain.

We had a bloodied time of it,
Secure in the dungeons and
Torture the crown reserves
For those who speak their
Minds openly next to
The eventual scaffold
While the ravens sing.

We had a deadly time of it,
Under the blade,
While the country, headless
In its lunacy, watched us
Executed in the name of
Peace.

R 10/05/2023 20:11

I can’t make my mind up which I prefer.

My main frustration is that I hate marketing, and can’t actually be bothered with it, so Aggie loiters palely in the mid-reaches of Amazon. I have sometimes thought about hiring a publicist to be paid by results, but I wouldn’t even know where to start, and my brain doesn’t have the capacity right now to do anything about it. And, ultimately, would anything be worth it anyway? Thinking out loud (maybe I should get in touch with Sheeran with that line).

Onwards. Still chucking it down, although I managed to negotiate a dry walk in my shorts today after getting soaking wet in them yesterday (hanging them off the bed post worked fine to dry them overnight).

I’m holding off using emojis in my blogs.

Resolution – bugger the marketing; get back to writing.