ZOLA IS SLOWLY GETTING BETTER BUT STILL UNWELL

Yesterday I had another meeting with the devil. It was a hard meeting too. It used to be that those good Guardians of the Pearly Gates would tempt me into chanting away that devil. Get behind me Satan was one of those chants. But, godamit, all I got was pain with no gain on my side. There is only one place for the devil. Up front and in the open and never rearing up behind me. Ms Whiplash will get the point soon enough.

But as the Awkward LavenderBlue and SuzyQ fight over me and me kayacks I thought I would present a little poem to ease into the ring. Here it is :-

Little river was descended
With a little kayak
With a darkened skylight
And the skylight helped it
Make the journey downwards
Make the downward journey
To the worlds of feeling
And the feelings helped it
And the skylight took it
From the river
From the kayak
To the skylit river
To the skylight kayak
In its journey downwards
In its downward journey
Darkened as it drifted
Drifting in the darkness.