The Language of Mudawups

Sometimes when we get full enough of nothing we’ll hear our mind grinding……………………..

She pushed me.
I felt her small hand push me gently forward to a better view.
I was back upon that line I’d drawn between crossing over to adult , a consequence of growing up so I’d been told.

And over time I realized it also closed out the innocence of imagining.
I now speak in my language of originality and make this stand before you.
We separate ourselves with the thinking we’re big people now with bigger realities to gather.
What a load of pauper platitudes we serve to ourselves.
We love ourselves poorly when we could be so very very rich, there is a smile … we are so human for better or worse.

Sometimes my imagination takes me into a world of thirteen lunar moons and six suns inhabited by warrior spiderflies with wiry wings encrusted in raspberry crystals.
A world so infinitesimally small it fits leisurely into my cupped hand.
Tonight I plan to take a quieter adventure and fold into my bed of smart crisp linen, all touch and smell collectively to bequeath me Queen for the night.

When I was a very little haze of girl I had many imaginary friends around me.
I speak of my beloved Mudawups.
They’re better than science fiction chameleons.

A pet triffid and not my first Mudawup but a significant one came out to play with me when I read John’s book.
He held my hands as he wounded my young mind beautifully with a slick pouring of his imagination into mine.

Imagination I would think it could be genetic gene named Alice.
I think we are all a non gender Alice at one point in our life, surely that is true…

Imagine yourself without your imagination?
I would feel completely naked in reality.
It would be an atmosphere catastrophically smeared in choking boring debris.

That’s just not living in my book.
Time to take my triffid for a walk…

© K S Hardy 2011

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  • Teacup
    Teacupover 3 years ago

    who are you calling a triffid!! hehehehe… My imagination is my best friend, forever changing within a constant… wonderful sharing dear friend… see you on the next train complete with imaginings…x

  • Yes must imagine getting showered and dressed very soon for a date with a gorgeous woman! xxx

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  • sandra .
    sandra .over 3 years ago

    “Sometimes when we get full enough of nothing we’ll hear our mind grinding….”

    I could have stopped reading right here, says it all…oh, but I kept reading Doll :p
    You have a wild imagination Karen, never lose it x
    Bravado is my imaginations special friend, we ‘tag team’often
    There has been some compelling reasearch done, that says that those who had an imaginary friend in childhood are often more artistic in adulthood, cool hey?

    sandra and Bravado hehe x

  • Hi there
    I wrote this a while ago and it was twice as long, And over time it has got shorter and shorter.
    Thought I should post it here before it ended up as a post it note!
    I remember reading ‘The Day of the Triffids’ and it really fired up my imagination.
    Love it when that happens…love it when it still

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • RainbowWomanTas
    RainbowWomanTasover 3 years ago

    I agree with Sandra….that line really stuck me. I can’t imagine life without imagining….that just doesn’t bare thinking about. Thanks for sharing. Caz and the Carolyn I talk to.

  • Hi ya
    I can’t imagine life either without taking a trip down the imagination highway, I think it would be tasteless and colourless….
    Thank you for driving over from your place..x

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • bharath
    bharathover 3 years ago

    wonderful.. :)

  • Thank you so much, appreciated.. :O)

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  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellover 3 years ago


    Oh I know I’d just not be living if I did not have my imagination. So brilliant Karen,

    thank you for writing this xxxx

  • Ohhh…. and your imagination….Sigh, tis like balm so often to me and on other occasions just what I need to see there is delicious colour to paint the walls of my dreary..xoxoxo

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • timbuckley
    timbuckleyover 3 years ago

    sometimes well more times than most you have a scrumtilliuptious imagination and your not afraid to use it which gives us all a laugh, that cant be a bad thing

  • For sure Tim….sharing our creative side in the pursuit of enjoying a moment together, tis rather wonderful me thinks..x

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • uncleblack
    uncleblackover 3 years ago

    really thoughtful piece karensue. is a good reminder that imagination does not always have to be outlandish, sometimes just the simplest things produce the wildest ideas. thanks for sharing.

  • Hi there
    Yeh the simple little nuances of life really can speak to us at times.
    I was not a great fan of the show ’Seinfeld" but did watch it on occasion and I did think how clever the premise of the show was… it was about not much just bits of little moments of life. :O)
    I love the little bits of life I find here on the bubble :O))

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • raymondoantonio
    raymondoantonioover 3 years ago


  • Many thanks Ray,
    The mind is a curious muscle, for sure when we exercise it there is more that it finds to think about… ;O) xx

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • TheWanderingBoo
    TheWanderingBooover 3 years ago

    wonderfully original

  • Hey thanks, I am smiling …in my original smiling smile of course ;)

    – Arcadia Tempest

  • SimplyRed
    SimplyRedover 3 years ago

    if triffits could walk they would have escaped from your brilliant mind my wonderful friend…you are the master of twisted :) and to lose our imagination would leave us all blank…with dots and dashes everywhere !!!
    brilliance is yours KS xxx

  • Hi there
    I recently watched …well caught the end of a new version of ‘The Day of the Triffids’ and it was the beginning of the idea to write this.
    I remembered reading the book and how in my mind I imagined what a Triffid looked like….even a Triffit….which is a cousin I believe ;O)

    – Arcadia Tempest

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