I was inspired by a poem read aloud by my best mate in high school, Alicia, during a creative writing workshop. Her voice, etched in my memory, was sweet and slightly husky. She spoke in staccato and was a manic kind of girl with crazy dreams. Full of fun, but something of a darkness to her as well that I never understood. She died in 2001, of meningococcal, and I am reminded of her constantly- especially when I hear or read this poem by Dylan Thomas:
Do not go Gentle into that Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
I know, I know. It's all rather depressing if you want to look at it like that. However, "sun in flight" is a positive phrase I can take from this and a motto that I would like for me and my family to live by. Be the warmth in the sun, and give it wings!
It is time for me to leave my alter ego behind for a day or two whilst I go about my daily chores but I'll be back and I plan to unleash upon you the manic musings of a contented but somewhat frazzled woman, on the cusp of old age. Yes, I will be 30 next month!!
Bisous xx
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