Sunday, July 29, 2012

Ways of Love

Read all of my short story, Ways of Love, on www.authorsden.com/laurellamperd

A short introduction below 
Ways of Love 
Beth Herrick was the proverbial spinster daughter. She'd left her job in a solicitor's office to help her mother look after her father when he was ill. Her other siblings, married with families, said Beth was the logical one and already lived at home.
Beth didn't tell them about the young man at the office who was showing an interest in her. Reluctantly she refused his invitations to the movies, knowing she had to be a bulwark for her mother. The young man, timid and reserved like Beth, faded away.
When their father died two years later, the family decided Beth should stay home with their mother to look after her though Clarissa, their mother said she was perfectly able to look after herself. Beth should go back her old job and get into the world again.
There's no need for Beth to work, the family said. Their late parent had left his wife and youngest daughter substantially well off but during the years since her father's death, the inheritance had shrunk. Beth found it hard to make ends meet. She thought of returning to work but time had moved on since she'd worked in an office. She'd forgotten half her shorthand and hadn't used a typewriter for years. She thought about taking a refresher course but now there were computers and systems her nephews and nieces spoke about with ease. Christopher, Beth's youngest nephew, was amazed Beth didn't know about a byte though he'd told her over and over again.
Beth, who loved poetry and reading, thought she'd re-train as a librarian but she'd lost her confidence. So she put what spare time she had into babysitting nieces and nephews for a few dollars and doing a bit of cooking and cleaning for the woman down the road who had a high powered job in the city and who continually told Beth she'd give anything to stay home for a few days and sleep.
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Danny and Will Hennessy join up in WW2 and leave their father, Jack Hennessy, to manage the Walara property.


Saturday, July 28, 2012

Check out these books at http://wendylaharnar.blogspot.com.au
And where they are available - MuseItUp at http://museituppublishing.com 

Invaded - The Darkest Day/Chronicles of Caleath - Rosalie Skinner
Concilium/the Concilium series  - Michelle K Pickett
Darker Than Night - Erick Burgess
Murder By Design/The Tito Prescott mysteries  - Joyce Holland
Set Up - Cheryl B Dale
Revelations/The Fireborn Chronicles - Mary Andrews
Entity/The Spectra series  - Joanne Elder
Island Danger - Margo Sorenson
Soul Bound/The Twin Flames series - Alix Richards 

Fantasy, romance, horror, thriller, mystery, sci-fi, paranormal, adult, young adult 

A book here for every reader.  

Following the Barrens Beach theme of my last blog, here is another photo of the beach complex.
Looking northwards from the beach to the Fitzgerald National Park itself. The walk path is a depiction of the Park's coastline.




Thursday, July 26, 2012


Visiting Hopetoun WA!
Check out the new complex at Barrens Beach at the foot of East Mt Barren and see my poem on a plaque there. 
Cry of my country.
              To Eileen Turle 

She said
have you read Edward Thomas
and lent me a book
of his poetry. 

He spoke of English things
of meadowsweet
the first primrose
the blackbird song at evening
and English lanes
green and white in their season.
These things she remembered. 

My road runs wide and long.
Through the shimmering heat
the red dust dances
            beyond the horizon
and from a Tallerack
by the creek
comes the harsh call of a crow.

For those readers who are interested, Edward Thomas was one of the Doomed WW1 poets.



 










Friday, July 20, 2012

A Winter's Tale


            I first thought of making The Winter's Tale into a short story. It could almost be the basic for a  
           novel. How many lifetimes does a writer have? Instead, it became a poem.
The poem was first published in The Small Press Times, then I published it in my short story and poetry anthology, The Japanese Grandmother. 

A WINTER’S TALE  

They met in the rain
Outside the coffee shop.
He had come from visiting
his newborn son.
She was on her way
to collect her daughter
from ballet lessons.  

They were together in Paris.
He had an offer
Of a top job in London.
She had to return
to this antipodean city
where her mother was dying. 
He saw her to the airport.
She promised to return
but her mother
took a long time dying. 

He took her arm
And led her
into a coffee shop
across the way
and ordered coffee
holding her hand and
caressing the rings
another man had placed there. 

Silently as she cried.
He kissed her cold fingers
With lips wet from the rain. 

She gave him a last anguished look
Before rushing into the rain. 

At his feet was the cup
She had knocked from the table.
Broken in two. 

Picking up the chit
He went to the check out.
They added
the price of the cup
to his bill. 

He picked up the change
And went into the rain. 

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Short stories and poetry written by Laurel Lamperd



Monday, July 16, 2012

Coming of Hippolyta


I'd read about mysterious circles in grain crops and decided to write a short story about such a happening.
Coming of Hippolyta won second prize in an Esperance short story competition and was published in ARM, another outlet for creative writers which has stopped publishing. 

Coming of Hippolyta  

Madge Kelly went onto the back verandah to empty the teapot on the hydrangea growing in an old tub by the wooden steps. In the darkness, she visualized the plant's lush blue flowers. To her, it was an old friend.
She'd bought the plant as a cutting in a jam tin from a stall in town the year she married Ern. She'd propagated it many times but the parent plant meant more to her than its offspring growing around her garden and in the neighbours' gardens.
She glanced to that part of the evening sky where the planet Venus usually appeared.
Below the planet, another bright star suddenly materialized. Madge thought it was the light of a jet but it moved too fast. To Madge's startled gaze, it grew larger and brighter while she watched and seemed to land beyond the strip of bush in the north paddock.
Ern, her husband, called from the kitchen, "Hurry up, Madge. We're waiting for our tea."
Madge backed away from Venus and tripped over the doorstep into the kitchen. "I think I've just seen a spaceship land.”

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Detective Matt Allenby arrives in the small town of Taylors Crossing to solve a murder then he finds he is falling in love with one of his suspects.




Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Creative Connections

People of Western Australia.
Looking for somewhere to go?
 Visit the Creative Connections Art and Poetry Exhibition.
Buy a painting if you are so inclined or an anthology or two of the paintings and poetry.
Or just enjoy yourself.

Sunday, July 8, 2012


          I wrote this little poem many years ago after sitting on my verandah, having afternoon tea      with a friend who was visiting me.
She told me about a friend who had an operation for a cancerous breast. When it had healed, she had a butterfly tattooed where her breast had been.
The poem was published in Pandora, a women's magazine. 

Butterflies            

Creatures of sun and light
And dewy mornings.
Brilliant coloured wings fluttering
among flowers in my garden
giving pleasure
to my friend and me
as we drank tea
on the verandah. 

She had a breast removed
and a butterfly
Tattooed on the spot.

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Two British girls meet two young tribunes from the great Roman fort on the plain and their lives are changed forever.