Welcome to Onandon
Welcome to Onandon
All rights of authorship claimed by A.Chakir/A.Gouedard (unless stated otherwise). You may share or reblog but only under my name.
Jam
‘Why do you always get blackcurrant jam?’ ‘Because it’s sweet but also sharp. I like a little bit of sour.’ ‘Well, try this jam.’ ‘OK. Ahhhh, strawberry. Tastes like a childhood love affair when there were fairies at the bottom of our garden. We grew them there. I forgot how much I like strawberry jam.’ … Continue reading Jam
Is that the wind?
Is that a train or the wind? It’s a wind full of crows flapping their wings over iron gates as black as their feathers. One swoops and I duck. It just missed my head. Imagine a train full of crows, Suffocating with all those feathers. Something is coming in that wind. Something bigger than crows. … Continue reading Is that the wind?
Masks
In Venice Under the beautiful mask Is there a wonderful face? The skin of their necks looks delicious Youthful and covered in kisses Her fingers bejewelled with stars His thumb on her wrist is possessive. His cravat is ironed and starched. I can only see his dark eyes. The crowds, the music, the singing, The … Continue reading Masks
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It was a very long time ago when I was eight
I’m saddened to learn that you’ve lost your grandad ❤
Yes! We all need to clean our desks. ‘Penny’s Desk’ is a good reminder.
The images and story in ‘1967’ moved me deeply.
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mmm I like this one