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High ladder

I walked for many days in the direction I was told and came to a vantage spot where, in the further distance, I could see floating in the air a ladder soaring through the clouds. This must be the place, but the ladder is too high for me to climb. Perhaps I will wait a while and see if someone descends. If there is someone up above the clouds surely they will need to return to the earth at some point if only for the bathroom? I will go find a spot to sleep, make a camp and keep watch.

For previous posts on this topic please see here and here

c John Pitt, 2022

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Coming down

The man coming down from a great height said to the woman who had been watching that he appreciated her assistance and would be grateful if she could assist some more in finding a bathroom.

Will you go back up again? the woman asked.

Why ever not. The view is magnificent. Would you like me to show you?

I rather think not. I do not have a head for heights.

Heights! Why you think that is high?

To me it is. How did you get up there in the first place?

Oh, I asked another passer-by for a long ladder. They were very obliging.

Perhaps it is the same person who lent me this.

What did they look like?

Tall and wiry, a bit like you as a matter of fact.

Ha! That’ll be the same.

They asked if I could put it back where I found it.

Make sure you do young lady. It’s the only one long enough around these parts. Are you sure you wouldn’t like a peek from the top?

Quite sure. Have a good day, won’t you?

That I will. That I will. However, if you could hang around until I have bathed, that would be of further great assistance.

I will sit here at the bottom of the ladder and make sure no one takes it away.

You are very kind. I hope you will pass by this way again. It has been most enjoyable chatting to you. The folks around here don’t go in much for chatting. They are a very insular lot. I know that from my observations.

Maybe they think you are spying on them?

That has crossed my mind. But my attention is on greater things, things much further away.

What do you see from your perch up there?

Many wonderful things young lady. Things that would amaze you. I can see the past and the future.

Because you are so high?


Are you a god?

Ha! If only. Do you think I would need to wash and shave if I were a god? No, there is a taller pillar many furlongs from here. I can just about see it in the east. It touches the clouds.

East you say?

Yes. East.

Far you say?

Many many days’ journey.

Thank you. I might travel that way.

If you do, be sure to say hello. You will need a very long, long ladder I think.

c John Pitt, 2022

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Can I be of assistance?

Why do I need your help?

Perhaps you are in a bad place?

What makes you think that?


It’s not too bad up here.

How did you get up there?

Can’t recall. A dream maybe.

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Three figures

Who are they?

Where are they going?

If you have an idea send.

If not stay quiet.

c John Pitt 2022

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Six dancers dancing

Six dancers dancing, kicking up the dust.

Six dancers dancing, kicking up their heels.

Dance in the new year.

Dance with glee.

Dance in the new year.

Do it well.

Six dancers dancing, all will be well.

Six dancers dancing, there’s a story to tell.

Whatever this year brings,

It will come whatever we feel.

So dance with the dancers,

And dance with gleee.

c John pitt/ 2022

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Looking down on 2021

To my readers and followers: wishing you the safest for the new year.


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Conversation across water

Can you hear me?

Yes I can. Loud and clear.

What’s it like over there?

Very pleasant. What about where you are?

It’s OK.

We should do tea.

Why yes. That would be a lovely idea.

Why don’t you come over.

I don’t have a boat.

You could build one.

I don’t have any trees to fell. My island is barren.

Mine is too. I suppose one of us will have to swim.

I can’t swim.

Come to think of it, I never learnt either.

That’s a shame.

Perhaps if a ship comes by we could ask it to stop?

That’s a great idea. You are full of wonderful ideas.

I am.

But how?

We will light a fire.

We have no wood.

You have a point. Then we will wave at it. Someone will see us.

What if it is night time?

You have many questions.

I do.

When you have some answers let me know. Until then, Goodbye.

c John Pitt / 2021

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Lost at sea

Some boats set out on voyage never to return to their home port. The captain, officers and deckhands, unaware of their fate, do not look back as their loved ones cheer and wave from the quayside.

This vessel may be lost. The memory of the sailors will haunt their families and loved ones back home.

It is a sad tale. Yet it is a story that has been written countless times.

Watch those white sails carefully.

Yours may be the last. Wish them safe passage.

c John Pitt / 2021

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The sisters

The sisters had been tolerable liars for many years. The grandest of their lies was that were wealthy and had no need for income. In fact, as the whole town knew, they were poor, had no relatives who could support them, and were considered mad. Their house stood on the outskirts, was dark in daytime and dark at night. No one called, not even the postman, for they never received mail, nor visitors. Except one mid-winter at sunset I called, mistaking the place for a derelict that might be for sale. It had a handy block of land attached and I could make out, even in the falling light, a grove I took to be olives. I knocked loudly, thinking there’d be no answer. I waited and waited then entered, the door creaking with age. It took me a while before my eyes focussed on four eyes glaring back at me.

Yes? one set asked.

We heard you knock, the second added.

I am sorry to disturb. I thought no one was at home.

We are at home, said the first eyes.

Yes, said the second.

I had the sense they were examining me closely.

I can leave now if you prefer?

Oh no. You are here. Why don’t you have a drink. You have come far and must be thirsty. Perhaps a meal. We can make something for you, can’t we Charlotte?

I think we can Emily. It would be nice to cook again for a guest.

It would be fun. Do stay Mr…?

Please call me John.

Mr John.

Mr John. We will light the candles.

I will get the matches Charlotte.

Thank you Emily. Then Mr John can sit and relax while we prepare him a meal.

I didn’t relax. The water tasted of rust and was lukewarm. The table was filthy and cockroaches were manifest. I saw a rat behind a ripped curtain. The sisters didn’t stop talking. To each other. It was like I wasn’t there, until they had finished and turned their attention my way.

How do you like your food Mr John?

It’s very tasty. (It was vile.)

Have you come far?

Not far. But I got lost. I must have taken a wrong turn.

That happens. This is a long way from anywhere.

Mr John. Will you stay the night? We have rooms.

That is kind Ms Emily. But I have a room booked in the town.

Oh. We were hoping you would stay, weren’t we Charlotte?

Yes Mr John. All we are seeking is kindness…

Haven’t you forgotten something Charlotte?

Of course Emily. And love.

[to be continued]

c John Pitt / 2021

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Solitary walk by the sea shore

Who might you chose as a companion?