Ryan’s Ladder

What do you See? March 19/2019

“Look up here, Love!

Yes, it’s me…I promised

I’d come back to you.

You’re a vision to behold

I  missed you so.

I know, I know…gone a very

Long time…but Today’s

The beginning of Forever…

We’ll not be separated now.

Aren’t the colors spectacular?

More vibrant than I’d dreamed

And painted, passing afternoons.

Much to tell each other, yes…

I long to wrap you in my arms

Won’t let you slip, I’ll kiss you

Till you’re breathless, recapture

Years withheld from us as we

Waited…lives and times apart…

Swift-spinning world below.

Hey, have you met van Gogh?

I caught a glimpse of him

Walking, just a minute ago…

Do I smell cinnamon rolls?

You must be working in the

Kitchen, as you’d hoped.

My, I can’t get over the sky

A-swirl…remember, we used

To marvel, evenings…it’s oh

Far More.  We can reach out

Here, actually touch the sparkle

Wafting tingly…and the breeze

Is like it was in the islands!

Remarkable! my mind clear again.

But, Love, tell me one small thing…

Is there a ladder on your side…for you?”

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

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Of Bottles On Windowsill


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Bottles in pub window (The Green Dragon in Wymondham)


Delightful bottles on windowsill

Contain curatives for every ill…

Measured great or small, they will

Perk heart up, help mind to still.

If you’re feeling chill, then swill

Enough to swallow healthful squill*

(Not to fret, doubt it would kill)

And any prescribed herbal pill.

Improvement quick, elixirs instill…

Such that patients feel new thrill.

Down the hill from Quixote’s windmill

Myself, I holidayed by clear rill**

Took refilled flask, lest one drop spill

Of lovely distilled daffodil.

I sipped and drank…am drinking still

A toast to bottles of windowsill!

*Bulb of the sea squill, which is sliced, dried, and used as an expectorant
**A small stream

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Sweet Tooth Book Lover (3LineTales)

Three Line Tales, Week 163

photo by Artem Bali via Unsplash


The husband’s not big on shopping, detests the mall, so I was surprised that he seemed raring to go.

I asked what “we” were so interested in…he just smiled enigmatically…which, after decades together, I still find irresistible.

A new shop had opened, the come-on was: “10 Books for a Buck”…and half-price, leftover Valentine candy

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Final Trek

What do you See? Feb/26/2019

The last mile.

All considered, I’ve been strong…

If slow and full of murmuring.

His Light has gone before me

Holy lantern of Faith’s mystery…

Glimmered moments in the dark.

I’m moved by recollection of my

Baal-perazim*, God’s faithfulness.

Vision almost gone, I’ve often

Lost focus…but the haze tonight is

Exquisite sapphire, horizon bejeweled.

Nothing is as I’d imagined, expected.

Accustomed to life’s shadowed fringes

I don’t mind solitary journey…the

Lack of competitive moral judgment

Is a relief on this final trek…

I don’t feel cold in winter.

Ahead is the Kingdom, looking

Just like castles I dreamed as a girl.

In my Father’s house are many

Mansions…and I am nearly Home.

©Ennle Madresan, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

*Ba’al-Perazim (Hebrew Owner of Breakings Through) was a place in ancient Israel. It was the scene of a victory gained by David over the Philistines (2 Samuel 5:20; 1 Chronicles 14:11). https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baal-perazim