She’s Always A Woman: Lyrical Pronouns

This week Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday challenge was to write about a song containing personal pronouns.  Billy Joel’s She’s Always A Woman does just that.  She, her, me, and you all feature in this 1977 hit from The Stranger album.

She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child but she’s always a woman to me
She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth but she’ll never believe you
And she’ll take what you give her as long as it’s free
Yeah she steals like a thief but she’s always a woman to me
Oh, she takes care of herself, she can wait if she wants
She’s ahead of her time
Oh, she never gives out and she never gives in
She just changes her mind
And she’ll promise you more than the garden of Eden
Then she’ll carelessly cut you and laugh while you’re bleeding
But she brings out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself ’cause she’s always a woman to me
Oh, she takes care of herself, she can wait if she wants
She’s ahead of her time
Oh, she never gives out and she never gives in
She just changes her mind
She is frequently kind and she’s suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases, she’s nobody’s fool
But she can’t be convicted, she’s earned her degree
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you
But she’s always a woman to me.
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Billy Joel
She’s Always a Woman lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group





François pointed to a spot on the other side of the valley.  He and Alexandre had set out from their two cabin base-camp three days before.  They were now hopefully in the home-stretch of their return journey.

Things had not gone well for them.  They were only an hour out when they surprised a mother bear tending he cub.  The dogs went wild, and Tacheté had barely escaped a mauling.  He shot off into the woods, with the other dogs on his heels.  The intrepid trappers had little choice but to follow them.

It took several hour to round the dogs up, and by then night was beginning to fall.  Therefore, they were forced to make a make-shift camp for the night.  In the night, snow began to fall.  Because of this and being in unfamiliar surroundings, they wandered the next day, and now into the third.

“I am certain it is on that side of the valley,” François said, as Alexandre shook his head unconvinced.

“Are you really sure you even want to go home?” Alexandre asked.

“Why would you ask that?” came the reply.

“Well, the last thing you said to Sophia was, ‘I am taking the dogs for a walk, I’ll be back in a couple of hours.’  You will be in la merde, my friend.

“Hmm,” François said after a moment.  “Have you ever considered visiting Montreal?”


Daily Writing Prompt



Letters and Such Like

Hunter Morgan was mighty proud of the new home he had built in the Willamette Valley.   He had arrive in Oregon from Mason County only a few weeks before.  He immediately set about building the house that he would share with his new wife, Mariah, a fellow Kentuckian he had met on the Little Train on the trail.  The couple now stood before the completed structure.

“What’ja think, Riah?” the farmer asked.

“I think it’s perfect?” the eighteen year old replied, giving him a big hug.

Hunter went to the wagon that had been their home, and took a chair and carried into the house.  He then returned and carried his bride across the threshold, and sat her down on the chair, before returning to the wagon to carry in their possessions.

As he brought items in, Mariah began to assemble them, and put things away.

Hunter brought in the final chest, a straw packed box of dishes that had been given to them by Mariah’s parents.  When it was opened, they came across a framed sampler that Riah had stitched a few years before.

Though Hunter couldn’t read, he could recognise most of the letters, and especially the ones which were in his name.

“Riah darlin’, you is right clever.  I have the perfect place for this.”  With that he took the frame and placed it with pride of place above the mantelpiece. “There, now we can always see your letters and such like.”


Daily Writing Prompt




Trip of a Lifetime

Hobbiton, Door, Fence, Movie Set

Image by Emma Farley from Pixabay

Howard could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the advertisement for “the ultimate Tolkien experience.”  The holiday package was being offered by a company called Gandalf Excursions based in Australia, and it featured an all-inclusive deal at an incredibly reasonable price.

With images of vacationing in some ideal Hobbit Hole in New Zealand, Howard rang the number and booked the very next opening with the agent.

The flight to Christ Church was long and tiring, and it may have been the fatigue of the first leg of the journey that made it so he didn’t wonder why his connecting flight was on a seaplane.  Although he didn’t want to miss a single moment of the experience, exhaustion got the better of him once the transfer was made, and he quickly fell asleep.

He woke to the revving of the plane’s engines, and he felt the shutter as the aircraft bounced on the waves as it landed.  It maneuvered into its moorings and the Tolkien fans were ushered onto a rickety wooden dock.  As they looked on in disbelief, clouds of thick yellow-green sulfurous smoke drifted across the bleak volcanic landscape.  Black sand and pumice ash covered the pathway to the rusty World War Two vintage Quonset huts that would serve as their accommodation during their stay.  A badly painted sign at the end of the dock read, “Welcome to Mordor.”


Travel Thursday #1: Your challenge today is to conjure up the best or worst trip imaginable and write a story or poem sharing it with the world.

Bird of Knowing

Idiophone: Bird of Prophecy (ahianmwen-oro)
16th–19th century (CC0)

Ahianmwen-oro – Messenger Bird,

The sound of you shaken –

Brings prophetic word.

In ritual acts, you bring from the sky,

Glimpses of the fate – empowering the king –

His people to bond, and even time – to defy.

With ceremony and trust –

The rhythmic bronze bird –

Helps shape history –

As its people are stirred.




Daily Writing Prompt: Ahianmwen-oro

Museum Link




The Find

The team at the Institute of Hellenistic Studies marveled at the tiny shard.  It was typical of the terracotta fragments within their collection, though the micro crystals of silicon within it were finer, and more evenly distributed than in most samples.  The decoration pigments were also nothing outstanding, but the piece had brought together experts, as well as the curious, from around the world.

“Doctor Patel, can you tell us more about the discovery?” Professor Johnson of the Institute asked, as the assembled scholars and academics viewed the overhead projection on the vast screen.

“Ah, yes, It was found on the second day of our survey in Sector Twenty.  It was found in what was by all indicators dry stream bed.  My support geologist came across it while taking sedimentation samples.  It is purely serendipity that it was found.”

The room erupted into muttered conversations, and not for the first time since the discovery had been announced.

Oxford’s Professor Browning called out, “Doctor Patel, can you clarify for us exactly where Sector Twenty is?”

“Yes, it is located in the Isidis Basin, not far from our ISRO* Mars 2 landing site,” Doctor Pavel replied.



Daily Writing Prompt Feb. #2

* Indian Space Research Organisation


The Arrival


Image result for sears catalogue 1880 stoves

It was the talk of the entire community.  Sam Welkes was getting a new cook stove all the way from Chicago, Illinois.   For Sam and his wife, Lottie, there was not going to be any more of that hit and miss cooking over open flame at the hearth.  No they were going to have balanced baking, and even winter heat.  Yes Sir, it was going to be the best thirteen dollars Sam ever spent.  Only problem was he had to go to the railroad station in Missoula to get it.  Oh well, what’s another five days by wagon when you have already been waiting since April?




Daily Writing Prompt #16: Prairie Settlement 


Image result for nigiri

Image: Yo Sushi

Fuji Ishikawa was the most renowned sushi chef in the prefecture.  His recipes were innovative, and yet key tenets of tradition always featured as well   His eatery, F’ishikawa was frequented by important businessmen and foreign celebrities.

It was therefore a headline worthy event when the head of Yamato Motors convulsed and collapsed while eating some sea bream nigiri.  The autopsy found that the tycoon had died of fugu poisoning.   Further investigation showed that the wasabi on Yamato’s plate was adulterated with the deadly blow fish toxin. The results were immediate.  Ishikawa’s reputation was is tatters, and he was arrested for negligence.

“We are very saddened by the untimely death of our founder and friend Yamato San,” Vice President Aito Tanaka said at the press conference following his appointment as Yamato’s successor.  “I will humbly attempt to fill the shoes of the great man.  May Yamato Motors, live on as his legacy.”

Later Tanaka visited his favourite sushi bar, Hansuke’s.  Since the disgrace of F’ishikawa’s, the restaurant had come to top the charts.  Despite the new prestige and bustle of the venue, few people noticed the envelope of cash that was passed from Tanaka to Hansuke Edo bearing the simple inscription, Win win!



Daily Writing Prompt #6: Culinary Mystery


Care, Human, Old, Love, Seniors, Health, Disease, Age


It was the big annual promotion drive at the Eucalyptus Acres Retirement Community.  The open house event featured spry elderly residents playing tennis, taking Salsa dance lessons, and having a lively and highly social life.   Visitors, and especially the media and perspective future patrons, were shown what a quality life old age could be in facilities like Sydney’s Eucalyptus Acres.

An anonymous note had been passed to a journalist at the close of the previous year’s event.  It suggested that not all was as it seemed in the complex.  With that in mind, the investigative reporter, Nancy Howard kept her eyes open and her cameraman close as she attended this year’s do.

After getting the usual shots, and taping the chief executive’s promotional speech, Nancy slipped quietly down a side corridor.   There she found that the hallway was shorter than its twin in the other direction, and in fact seemed to end abruptly with heavy curtains blocking the way.  Nancy, cameraman in tow, pulled back the drapes to find a day room filled with the most feeble and emaciated people she had ever seen.  Yes, behind the curtain were the Wizened of Aus.



Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt: The Wizard of Oz


Abs, Arms, Biceps, Body, Body Builder


Irving Bellard was the kind of guy you couldn’t help but like.  He was amiable and never had an ill word to say about anyone.  On top of this, he was generous to a T, and was kind to animals and small children.  In short he has a heart of gold.

Yes, he was just one heck of a guy, unless of course you lived in one of the buildings recently acquired by the hedge fund which employed him.  All of his charm and appealing qualities paled in comparison to his proficiency with a wrecking ball or bulldozer.  Irving you see was a demolitions man par excellence.  A homewrecker without compare.



Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: home wrecker with a heart of gold”