Monochrome Madness strikes us again
My submission to Leanne Cole and Laura Macky’s Monochrome Madness. Thank you both!
My daughter and I have climbed the very steep Calton hill in the heart of historic, cultural, and totally charming Edinburgh, up to the famous landmark at the peak; a tribute to the philosopher Dugald Stewart, and which is also next to the monument honouring Admiral Horatio Nelson. Robbie Burns’ memorial, the poet darling of 1700’s Edinburgh, is slightly farther down but every bit as impressive. The views are wonderful and the old city is embraced by purple heather and wild lupin covered hills, the silver sparkle of the firth of Forth, dramatic skies always, the pipes calling- and weather changing every five minutes. I fell in love with this city for many reasons and so….
“I will come again my love, though it be ten thousand miles!” (R. Burns)
“My love is like a red red rose” by Robbie Burns put to music and sung by Davey and the Fureys
and honouring the Irish in me do visit my Glendalough page
and now for Monochrome on another little stroll of the haunted kind
I must admit much of gaelic lore is quite full of ghosts and magic and I recall my mum reciting a highland prayer:
“From ghosties and ghoulies and long legged beasties and things that go thump in the night – Good Lord deliver us!”
That always induced a good night’s sleep! and a hope that the closet door wouldn’t creak open in the dark releasing the most feared of the lot, the long legged beastie.
With that in mind I’m very fond of psychological ghost stories like The Others with Nicole Kidman, and an older classic by Henry James called The Turn of the Screw which was made into a black and white film; The Innocents, seen on Turner Classics.
Who would forget the angel faced Miles reciting his poem to the sexually repressed Victorian Governess brilliantly played by Deborah Kerr, after which she becomes convinced that the doomed spirits of her dead predecessor, Miss Jessel and the handsome and wicked Valet, Peter Quint are possessing and tormenting the innocent children. I got chills watching the children wandering through the gardens in the moonlight and dancing silently and alone beside the lake.
Miles famous Poem