Day 69 – The Wolves They Are A’Gatherin’

What have I gotten into, I’m writing every day,
I set up a Challenge and now I have to play.
Nigh on seventy days of prosing,
Ideas are running dry,
I’m scraping out the barrel,
Only small fish left to fry.

I’ll have a bash at poetry, untapped as yet by me,
There’s poets in my family, it might come naturally.
My blog has many hits each day,
But reading they are not,
They come a’Googling merrily,
An image hunting lot.

They’re after wolfish photos, I have one on the site,
A vicious, fearsome fellow, look close and he may bite.
I have marvellous posts on consciousness,
On myth and movies too,
They don’t want to bloody read them,
It makes me rather blue.

The wolves are gathering literally, each day I check the stats,
More people coming to the blog, not after kooky facts,
But searching for my wolfy,
His teeth bared mighty fierce,
It’s humbling to realise:
My ego has been pierced.

My insights may be sharp and humour doth abound,
But it’s wolfy that they’re after, and once he has been found,
Search engines rank me higher,
On the lupus listing thing.
And all the humour in the world,
True readers does not bring.

© 2011 Pollyanna Darling

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The Royal Wedding – Media Circus or Love Lounge?

Is the royal wedding just a media circus and an advertisers dream, or does it touch something deeper in our collective psyches?

Royal Weddings - A Mug's Game?

Apparently one quarter of the world’s population will be watching. How do they know this? I am imagining Inuits huffing into their mittens huddled round the telly, Senegalese gathered under the hot African sun, and grannies the world over cooing into their tea cups and filling out forms for the commemorative mug.

What are royal weddings? Why does anyone care? It’s nice that William and Kate have found one another and I like a good love story as much as the next person, but really, it’s just two reasonably attractive young people tying the knot. This story does have the now common theme of pleb (albeit very attractive, well-educated one) marrying into a royal family, but still – who cares? Does it give the rest of us hope that one day, we too might ascend from the rank of commoner and become a princess or perhaps even a Queen?

I have survived four royal weddings, three as a child (Charles & Diana, Fergie & Andrew, Edward & whatever-her-name- is) and one more recently (Mary and Frederik of the Danish royal family – do they count?). I have never understood what the fuss is about, all that absurd pomp and frippery. Maybe I’m just bitter. I wanted to be Queen of the World when I was a child. Unfortunately the position hasn’t been created yet and now that I’m grown up I can see that I might have some stiff competition!

Perhaps a royal wedding gives the rest of us hope that the institution of marriage is still alive and well, despite its suffering and demise in the wider community. Marriage is a universal symbol of the union of male and female, which itself is symbolic of balance, harmony and the continuation of life. At a mythic and imaginative level, a royal wedding is a celebration of these qualities in the world, a very public acknowledgment of our deeper desire for love, harmony and balance broadcast to every nation on the planet (except maybe Libya whose representative wasn’t invited).

The grandeur, ritual and ceremony of the occasion renew hope, like a nuptial Spring blossoming, the pollen of romance carried on the winds to the four corners of the globe to lighten our hearts. The wedding is a magical moment in a world heavy with worries, a break from the mundane and domestic, a dip in the waters of celebration and fantasy.

I am waxing a bit lyrical now, but I’ve successfully convinced myself to enjoy the occasion and celebrate love in the world. Bring it on Kate & Wills, let love rule!

© 2011 Pollyanna Darling

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