Captain Foxmorton with her fiery hair

My first name: Bridget

My middle name  Margaret
My last name: Bough

Age on my
next birthday: ah not sure I have no wrinkles

and not polite to  ask Lady.... Don't laugh I have 3 brothers and will fight for me honor!

A place I'd like to travel:. America New World....

Favorite object:
Wooden spoon- but I am good with dagger

Favorite foods: potatoes 

Favorite drink: dark beer but do not tell my Father I do love rum!

Worst chores: doing dishes

Favorite shape: circle  Moon

  Favorite color:. Blue

Town where I was
born:.  County Cork  Sherkin Island

There is an ancient stone on Slievemore,

a hill on the western side of Sherkin is not far from my home.

What I did last weekend:  walk on beach watching the ships come in

First name of my love:  Shawn  Faolan  O'Driscoll

he be lost at  sea........ Or least that is what I heard!

My nickname:  Mad Peg

My best attribute:. my legs  but some say my eyes other say my smile.......

A
habit of mine:. Telling  what’s on 
me mind

First
job real job:  maid and cook local Tavern
and Inn my Father owns..... Golden Bough

Grandmother's name: Catherine Ciara O’ Malloy

Favorite animal:
horse with my knight shining armor upon his back

second choice my dog  Kayley she my loyal companion

My favorite Book: The  Diary

has been pass down  to me

the  book of tales, recipes and herbal remedy

Yes I can read and write !

I have three brothers and my Father wanted smart heir...

My oldest Brother Aidan means "fiery"

he is always off throttle someone smaller than he

but one day he will not be lucky

and he will be in greener pastures.... 

My next Brother is  Carrick  means  rock

and he sure does not have brain come out the  rain.

I suppose it was his horse that kicks him in the head

did not quite help him?

Last but least is Galvin means - sparrow and well all know

he is bird brain. sparrow

they were to keep sailors from drowning.

I do hope for Galvin sake for he is on a ship

bound to the new world.... as I write this.

Bless my Father's soul he has me!

The town in which Ilive: Roaring Water Bay

Somethings I love:

Sea, Sunset, and Dancing in the Moonlight

Transposing Tuesdays is a chance to transpose what you see
This week's theme is art, and so we propose a picture challenge.
T&Q
Legacy Writers of Harmony Pub

I work at Jo Café

In little town of Santa Fe

We are open 24 hours

The coffee is always brewing in the pot

Apple pie from the oven piping hot

.. 

Every night at quarter of three

This young truck driver with a hound dog and fleas

Sits at my table and place his order

He has a slight speech disorder

.. 

He always sits facing the back

He drinks 2 cups of coffee black

Eggs over easy and t- bone steak

I always admired his tattoo of rose and snake

.. 

He asks for his check and gives me a wink

I always ask him if he wants any more coffee to drink

He always shakes his head no

 But he ask for doggie bag to go

.. 

Now it just normal routine

Except for tonight

He slip out of sight

.. 

There in his place

Was red rose and note

To my delight

I sat down to read in the café's dim light

.. 

To the lady with a smile so bright

Always serving my eggs just right

Will you meet me in the dawn's light?

When you shift is done

With your hosts Lissa and Dallas.
Legacy Writers of Harmony Pub


Dark Tempest © Jaracas

I live on the Island of the Dead

Dark storm cloud move across the night sky

You are probably asking to yourself why

As I stand at the end of the wooden dock

I watch for your boat to return

.. -

Our job here is to bring the lost souls home

To help them move on in to the everlasting light

Souls that wander the land

They don't understand

.. 

We have the ability to communicate

 With the earthbound spirits

Sometimes they want our help

To finish their  business on Earth

Send their important messages to love ones

.. -

Time stands still on the Island of the Dead

Or at least it feels that way

Mostly when we help the spirits that gone astray

Sometime times I feel my life in only black and white

With shades of gray

..

Wrong and Right

Only here is the in between

They call me Queen Christine

Queen of the Unseen

Looking out dark blue sea

And up at the sky so serene

..

And your low sing song voice

My heart rejoice

I wonder how we were chosen for this job

You would say it's sailor's choice

.. 

But when I see the lost souls

Then I know the answer too

It is because of our love for mankind

For our love for God above

Combined

.. 

I am the Captain's Cat

My duty Is to Kill the bilge rats

He calls me Bucko

We are sailing to t Morocco

I sharpen my claws on Belaying pin

 That be My only sin

..

I am even allow on the poop deck

Cabin boy scratches behind my ears and my neck

I play with the swing of lead

Sometime I fall in hogshead

Quartermaster pulls me out be fore I drown dead

..

I do chase the sea gulls

If I am really, good the cook gives me Cackle Fruit

My Captain hide is loot in his boot

Shhhh I did't tell you

Because Dead Man tell no lies

This little kitty does not want to die

.. 

I am cat with nine lives

Oh not cat o'nine tails

The crew and me sail

The ocean blue

Look the East storm be brew

Mew o Mew Mew

.. 

Love to Take a Caulk in the sun

To jump and run

The won't let me have a pistol gun

Powder monkey sometimes share his sally lunn

..

Pirate up in the crow nest

Land ho Land ho

Captain disguised dress

So he won't get arrested

He off takes pleasure trip

Stop pat me on the head kiss me on the lips

.. -

I will stay upon the ship

Because black cats are not welcome guest

No hemp jig for me

I just wait for this rat to digest

.. 

Captain and his crew

I give them my Mew o adieu

They are out on their quest

To find x marks the spot

Get all the booty

Maybe he by new yacht?

Chistine

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The magical tree by *soleildenuit

"Sacred" old tree in middle of the Black Forest

Filled with the essence and energy

In the center where the Siver Creek runs

  An aura of power

 With The 5 Elementals and Mother Earth

Which is visible to those who are in total balance and harmony

Pure of Heart

Where they say there secret of life

Where the magical mushroom grows

The fairy dances and the unicorn prance

 Little child listens to the rustling oak leaves

And the caw of wrens in the trees

For divine messages

The Owl hoots twice

Once for wisdom

Once for patience

Listen you can hear whisper of the woodland animals

They sense the child's pure soul

Even the tiniest mole

Herbal pouch around her neck protected the innocent child

The might Oak Tree spirit hands her last acorn

Oak tree as powers over of the moon and night

The moon ray bathes the child in its light

The child is not afraid

She was born for this very day

With out her the moon will die

The stars will fall from the night sky

Only the sun would rule the universe

The Earth would shrivel up

Dust to dust

Ashes to ashes

Dance of Life and Death

..

I walk the dark lonely streets in New York City

I used to be young and pretty

I came across Macy's store window

I stared though the murky glass

Just one bare light bulb lit

Gave an eerie glow

Shadows dance to and froth

A man dress all in black

Upon his head was top hat

He wink at me

I took step back

He started to hum a happy tune

Dance around with naked mannequin

I just watch and stare

 Being mesmerize

Sway to music

I was so lonely

A tear ran down my cheek

I watch him dress her

Arms and legs of wood

This way

That way

I just could

Not take my eyes of him

..

Beautiful gown was place over her head

I was thinking what fine life she had

Some one dress her from head to toe

Always staying in size six

Slim and just right hips

And just look at her ruby red lips

I think of my legs scared

I limp when I walk

My hands crippled with arthritis

My back slightly hump

He brushes her long black silky hair

With 100 strokes

I counted them

Now mine turn gray

Account of me being eighty-two

He touch her face

So creamy smooth

Not blemish to be seen

I took look at my reflection

I saw wrinkles

My eyes stare back at me

Milky film I see

They were once chocolate brown

Her eyes are turquoise blue

I put my hands upon the glass

I saw she wasn't wearing any shoes

He never looks up at me again

He continued to dress her

With diamonds and pearls

He never said a word

I took another step

Then another

And then one more

Before

I knew it

I was side by side

I let out cry

I decide immediately

I rather be her than me

Cripple, lonely and old

You see?

He looked up at me

With sweetest smile

He took my hand in his

The mannequin in the other

He asked me in deep voice

"Come dance with us"

"Set your soul free"

We twirl around and around

Faster and faster

I fell to the ground

I saw bright white light

I was going toward it

Felt so calm and peaceful

I knew in my heart and soul

Everything will be all right

Next morning

A little boy

Was yelling

Extra extra read all about it

Get your new paper here

A few lines type in black

82-year-old woman found dead

In Macy's, show room window

Know one knew how she got in there

No one claims her body

No one really cares

But, every night

When the employees go home

Everything is locked up tight

Around midnight

One light bulb lit

Listen very carefully

You can hear music in the night

Man dress all black

 Upon his head top hat

Dancing with mannequin

Her eyes color chocolate brown

Christine Burgess©