Rainbow has always been able to write especially in verse and also prose, courtesy of what he calls, ‘When My Muse Strikes’.
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So far in this life I have spectacularly failed to find the other half of me, the Ying to my Yang, My True Soulmate, or even someone, even remotely closely resembling someone who can Love as I can Love, Touch as I can Touch and Be as I can Be, especially with me! There have been numerous occasions when, for some brief moments, now frozen in time, I mistakenly, as it turned out, thought I had indeed found the one I’ve been searching for. One in particular unfortunately still resonates in the deep dark recesses of my mind.
However, I have still not given up Hope of finding My Lady yet! As is my wont, when, as I fondly call it, My Muse Strikes, I have sought out my “scratching pad” and My Muse guides my quill across the page somewhat in the fashion that the Victorians called “Automatic Writing” I’ve never been able to explain it, nor would I wish to. It is what it is and starts and stops when it decides to. To coin another phrase some call it, “Instantaneous Verse” My Muse can also paraphrase songs, create new original songs, write prose and verse for any given situation. She is extremely talented in “WordSmithing” and I am more than grateful that she chose my quill and I, to be her vessel. Thank you Muse!
I would like to thank you the Reader for buying my book, naturally that’s if you do buy my book of course!:-) I hope you will enjoy it. If you do, kindly tell your friends. If you don’t, can we kindly keep this twixt thee and me? And I promise, if I ever see you with a copy, I’ll sign it for you! Thank you and Enjoy!
Episode One It Begins!
(Chapter 3 Heart Soul Death Break)
Note: Being English although having been transplanted in the U.S. of A. back in 2001, now replete with my not so green anymore Green Card and replete with my Official Alien Number, my grammar, phraseology and more especially my spelling does tend to revert to that which I was taught and I’ve lost count of how many words and the spelling of same I’ve added to the MS Spellchecker! Was it one of the early settlers that decided to take the “U” out of many words or substitute a “z” for an “s”? Can’t say for certain, but I leave them in having had my knuckles rapped too many times as a sprog!!!! (ColonialSpeak: small child)
By the way, some names have been changed to protect the guilty!!!
It all started back in 2001. A tad over 2 months before that fatal day in New York, inscribed forever as 9/11. The woman for whom I came to the States to marry in 2001 sadly passed away in 2003. We were living in New Rochelle, NY, which I sort of fondly called “Nuevos Rochellos” as Spanish appeared to be the dominant population and language prevelant and spoken in the area and after she slipped away, the memories in the apartment we rented became too much to bear. I wanted to make a fresh start and moved to Connecticut where I rented a 2,000 square foot, 1898, Colonial House sitting on 8 acres in Connecticut. I referred to it as, The Manor!’ much to the delight of the landlords! They apparently could trace their ancestry back to the original Pilgrim Ship! They had wondered why a single guy would want such a large house. My realtor told that them my being from England, I was more used to Mansions than apartments! Anyhoo, they bought her story and I moved in early 2004.
The landlords always held a summer party at their estate and I went to my first one in the summer of 2004, little did I know it would be my last one. A woman sang some karaoke at the party and I was blown away with the power and beauty of her voice and went over to tell her so. We became friends along with her husband who, I had been told, had been a Catholic Priest for 23 years prior to leaving the Church to marry her. They had been married for 10 years. She was 47 at the time and he was 64 and agreed by many to be a ball busting, grumpy, nasty old git! A large man, although now stooped over and only able to walk with a shuffle.
‘What the hell was this vibrant, attractive woman with the apparent voice of an Angel, doing with this gruff, grossly overweight, overbearing man, with no discernable sense of humour?’ I thought. It was an impossible question with not a cat in Hell’s chance of a believable answer!
Like many in the neighbourhood “Angel” and her husband had never seen the inside of this incredible house and like many, were intensely intrigued as to what the inside looked like and I invited them over for “The Royal Tour!’ We had a good evening and yet “the ex priest” never again accepted an invitation to come over ever again.
“Angel” and I became close friends and one day she came round for tea, without her husband and confided to me a deep, dark secret that she had never revealed to anyone else before. 5 years into the marriage she had come home to a message on the answerfone. It was a man, about to be married, trying to blackmail “the ex priest!” “The ex priest” then admitted to her that he had abused 4 boys during his tenure and unbelievably they didn’t divorce, although apparently he had offered one to her, instead, they got a lawyer and made the problem go away! Since then they had both been living under a very dark cloud, “the ex priest” more like living with The Sword of Damocles hanging over his head, that more of those he abused might try the same thing. They had been living under this cloud for the last 5 years and she had become more and more convinced that she had trapped herself in her mistake with no chance of escape.
She came over often after that, indeed, I was an oftimes visitor to their abode as well. As “the ex priest” for whatever reason, would never return to my house, “Angel” became a frequent visitor on her own for tea and crumpets and we had many long heart to heart talks about Life, The Universe and Everything! I admitted I found her incredibly attractive, although as she was a married woman and regarding myself as a true blue English Gentleman, I told her that, at a moments notice, I could, with no problem, bend her over the kitchen table and have my wicked way with her. Naturally, I said this with a tad of humour and a twinkle in my eye and that nothing of that sort would ever happen except at her behest and I meant every word of what I said!
Believe me, it would have been no great sacrifice to have had my wicked way with her, little did I know at this juncture that she wanted to have her wicked way with me! Although this was soon to become incredibly, indelibly apparent!
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