“But in the song there was a secret little inner song” – The Pearl by John Steinbeck
There is a song about the grandeur of the dome of St Pauls Cathedral. It was sung in many a London pub by voices raised over the click of beer glasses. It was sung by those filled with dreams and wishes by many who no longer called England home but longed to see it once more, but in the song there was a secret little inner song. For when viewed in dusky silhouette, the dome of St Pauls resembles something else entirely and this jolly song was a satire on the other sights seen in the quiet streets of London.
This tale was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge:
Here are some buildings with contrasting architecture.
A Cathedral in The Hague, A church in Prague, St Pauls Cathedral in London, A street in Bergen Norway, The Queens House, Greenwich, London, The Beehive parliament building, Wellington New Zealand, The Palace of Westminster, parliament of the UK, Blarney Castle in Ireland, Greigs house in Norway, St Peter on the Wall, Chapel in Essex England (dates from the 7th Century BC) and the London Skyline including the Shard.
As you may know, I am currently taking a break, but wanted to share some of my earliest posts with you, that you may have missed.
This was the first ghost story I ever wrote on the 5th of April 2018.
Quite appropriate now as Halloween was yesterday.
All the best 🙂
In Velvet Dreams
He couldn’t believe it. Ever since he was a little boy, he always wanted one of those grand Victorian houses, like the one in Mary Poppins. With the house prices in London sky high he could see his dream getting further and further away. It was surprising, but here it was for sale, the House of his dreams.
He worked as a freelance journalist and so money was not flowing and sometimes the stream dried up completely for a short time. He had just come to the end of a lucrative contract and he had saved every penny, living mainly on baked beans just so he could get the biggest deposit he could. He was quite lucky in that his Uncle owned the flat he lived in, in Clapton, and so he paid minimal rent.
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I am co-hosting this competition, taking it in turns with Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith. Last week was her turn, click the link below to see her challenge, and check out the links to the entries.
His body lay in the gutter. He could feel the hard cobblestones, but the discomfort they caused was nothing next to the pain of the wound in his side. Stabbed by a Knife. It was Ironic he should end this way, bleeding to death in the street. The rain washed the blood away and with it, his life ebbed.
He took one last look at the London street, lit by gaslight that guttered in its glass lamp.
Greenwich in London doesn’t feel like London. It feels like you are in a green leafy town outside of London, and yet it is very much surrounded by London. An Oasis.
It is the site of Greenwich Observatory and the home of Greenwich Mean Time. You can see the main time line laid out across the courtyard and people stand astride it, each half of their bodies technically in different time zones.
In reality of course the Whole of the UK is currently in GMT +1 hr or British Summer Time.
Greenwich is also home to the Naval College that was founded by King Charles the Second, the Greenwich Maritime Museum, the Queens House (a former royal residence originally used by the wife of the King to get away from court) and also a beautiful green park that is perfect for picnics.
If you are in London and you have a few hours, I’d recommend catching the Boat bus from Westminster bridge or The Tower of London down to Greenwich, takes about 30 minutes.
Yesterday was the 23rd of April. St. Georges Day, which is why my picture yesterday was of a statue of St George and the Dragon. As well as that though, it was also the birthday of England’s, possibly the worlds, greatest poets and playwrights, Mr William Shakespeare.
If he was alive today, it would have been his 454th birthday yesterday. Many Happy Returns.
He was also one of those few people who actually died on his birthday in 1616, he was 52. (Good one for a quiz).
This picture is the globe theatre in London. It isn’t the actual globe theatre that Shakespeare had many of his plays performed in. That one was pulled down in the 1640’s by Puritans who did not like the theatre.
The current building was opened in 1997 and is as close to being a replica of the original as possible, although it stands 750 feet from where the original stood.
It follows the traditional Elizabethan theatre layout of the audience sitting in a horseshoe shape around a stage that juts out into the standing area, rather like a catwalk. This actually makes the audience feel more a part of the performance.
Shakespeare’s plays are unfortunately often portrayed in a drab and dreary fashion. The words are often delivered like a litany. This is not how it was written. Shakespeare wrote his plays to entertain and you get that impression when you see one performed at the Globe.
Next time you visit London, give the Globe a visit, if you haven’t already.