Wow I did it .. photo every day ... some better than others .. and writing every day except I think 3 or 4 ... 15 brand new verses this month - they are published here just as written. not revised other than in the actual writing of them .. I'm quite proud of myself .. whether or not they are of any merit .. I think some are ....Tomorrow is February ....


Everfrost on Brambles ...





And today Kit Berry announced the title of book 5 ... so I had to didn't I ?

My first is in sylvie but not in her love                 
My second in solstice and  starlight above      
My third is in moondance  but not in sunlight     
My fourth is in raven as black as the night          
My fifth is in maizie but not in her son                  
My sixth is in shadows and will they have won?      
My seventh in young magus and in his great love   
My eighth in his sister of the shaman beloved            
My ninth in dark waters into which they must dive                        
My tenth is in heggy and five always five ....           

A beautiful Arum leaf played with in Picasa...





and the *rogue* verses which had to be disentangled from the "Huntsman" or was it the other way round ? !!


The silvery queen of the woods  gave me  birth
My toes are entwined  like roots in the earth
My arms are slim branches raised to the sky
My voice is the whisper of leaves as they sigh
My hair is with ivy and nightshade entwined
My gown is of briars and sweet pale Woodbine
Mosses and violets spring where I tread
Lady's Mantle and Ferns I take for my bed...

Am I alone? where have they strayed?
I call.. and it echoes through forest and glade
Through the crisping of leaves in a sharp Autumn shower
And the cool drip of rain in a summercloud hour
Through  the gleam of a moon in springshadowy dusk
Through the wind and the dark and the mist and the frost.
I call for all time  and oh then I find
All others are gone .. I am the last of my kind

A simple old door played around with in Picasa



Had terrible trouble with my verse yesterday .. turned out I was actually writing two different stories and trying to combine them - it didn't work so I separated them after a night's sleep - here's the first

The Huntsman


When I first saw the Huntsman he did not see me
As he sat and he rested beneath the Oak tree
The huntsman who held in his hand a great blade
The Oak was my father King of the glade

"Beware of this Hunstsman" my father foretold
"For he haunts through the forest and slaughters for gold
He will take from your heart long shards with his knife
For arrows to pierce and steal away life "

Yet I yearned for the huntsman so tall and so strong
And I summoned him with my leaf-whispering song
And I summoned the huntsman through thicket and glade
and he leant full against me and drew his great blade

And I heeded him not my father so wise
And the huntsman saw not through my forest disguise
He carved his initials deep into my thigh
And those of his lover in my arm held up high

He defiled me and cut me oh could he not see
My blood? ~ not just sap from the heart of a tree?

I last saw the huntsman through a forest of pain
As he ripped at my heartwood again and again
He sliced me for arrows for gold and for slaughter
And whittled me down ~ the Oak King's fair daughter

Treetops in Sunshine reflected in one of yesterday's puddles ....





A Puzzle ....... ;)

She waits in all the lamplit bars
She waits for poets painters whores
And demoiselles and monseigneurs
Who dream away their days and nights
In swirling clouds of visions bright
She casts her magic in a glass
And none her power can surpass
~
And so before she flit from sight
Who is this mysterious sprite?





Answer :~ La Fee Verte .. The Absinthe faery

Wellll ... I love green Flowers! colours inverted in Picasa




For Lizzie Fae no murder today :)

I dress in leaves of forest green
And round my throat the dewdrops gleam
My petticoats are wisps of cloud
My shoes are with fine cobwebs soled

Bright berries stain my cheeks and lips
A pinch of sky adorns my lids
I gather diamonds in the snow
my hearth is where the firefly glow

I sprinkle stardust as I wisp
Through moonlit trees in winter crisp
And scatter rainbows through the frost
The big folk call it faerie dust

I steal the cream and hide the sweets
In houses crowded into streets
And tantalise the human ear
with siren songs they can't quite hear

And then they catch a glimpse of me
and tell their friends that they did see
a faerie .. "on my soul" they cry
oops ... been seen .. time to fly .....

Mosses on Sapling Birches...




And a Lament for Burns Night .. It was going to be about a mother and son .. but it turned out not to be .. I think!

Nevermore we'll  taste  the honey from the heather on the hills
Nor feel the touch of sun or cooling water in the rills
Or watch the golden eagle wheeling high among the clouds
Or know the love between us my bonny blue eyed boy

No more we'll hear the lilting lark sing sweetly on the wind
Nor smell the dusky violet with Bracken all entwined
And I curse the day they called you for your country and your king
As I mourn the love between us my bonny blue eyed boy

I hold you in my arms now in this bruised and shattered place
and stroke your scarlet hair and kiss your still and sleeping face
And  I gather up the grasses and weave from them our shroud
And we'll sleep awhile together here, my bonny blue eyed boy

Just a puddle today - as for writing - Life got in the way .. it rhymes!

Not sure what to call this ... suddenly had a vision of a soldier - the kind played by Terence Stamp in Far from the |Madding Crowd

He wore a scarlet tunic and held himself with pride
I wished the day I saw him that I could be his bride
His bride and only lover, his passion for all time
And I tore my pride asunder and vowed to make him mine

He lingered but a little while in our small country town
I called on him so boldly in my best and fairest gown
My father bade me caution and counselled "bide your time"
But I tore my pride asunder and swore that he'd be mine

I offered him my innocence which  he declined to take
He called me "child" and softly smiled as I began to weep
He told me that a better man would love me for all time
But I tore my pride asunder and begged that he be mine

My passion did consume him his finer feelings fled
And he took me without feeling in a cold and shadowed bed
He took his leave too quickly with bows and words so fine
But I smiled, my heart a'thundering  .. and knew that he was mine

His regiment was called away, he parted without word
My father wept beside me for my honour all besmirched
He swore that He would find him and I would no longer pine
And I smiled my heart a'thundering and knew he would be mine

He wears a scarlet tunic and lies here in my bed
My father bought him home for me, my sheets are stained with red
It's not my virgin  blood this time upon the sheet so fine
And my heart is torn asunder ..... for no longer is he mine

This amazing Oak tree didn't look so "rude" in the flesh .... not quite sure that its a beautiful picture!



Lost for words today .....

What can I write about today?
"I do not  know I cannot say"
Perhaps of woods and fae and sprites
Or misty morns and moonlit nights?

But what CAN I write about today?
"I do not know I cannot say"
Perhaps of gyspies tramps and thieves
Or ladies pale who weep and grieve?

Oh! WHAT can I write about today?
"I do not know I cannot say"
The blank page staring back at me
No rhyme no prose no poetry ....

So I'll not write ANYTHING today?
"Well...I do not know I cannot say"

Bit of  a Hiatus on the Writing front for a couple of days .. but here's todays


~ The Gypsy Girl ~

She stole my purse the gypsy girl
Her hair all black and wild
I followed her the gypsy girl
She turned to me and smiled

"I have your purse sir gentleman"
She gave a mocking bow
"I sense your curse sir gentleman
For empty is it now"

She stole my heart the Gypsy girl
Her eyes all black and wild
I followed her the Gypsy girl
She turned to me and smiled

"I have your heart sir gentleman"
and curtsied deep and low
"You'll not have mine sir gentleman
For empty is it now"

She stole my soul the gypsy girl
Her heart all black and wild
I followed her the gypsy girl
She turned to me and smiled

"I have your soul sir gentleman"
She scorned my humbled bow
"You'll not touch mine sir gentleman
For empty is it now"

She stole my life the gypsy girl
Her soul was black as pitch
My dead eyes burned the gypsy girl
As they hanged her for a witch

But she followed me the gypsy girl
Her shadow black and wild
And through the veil, the gypsy girl,
She turned to me and smiled ....

These were a disgusting yukky brown colour in the damp and rain this morning after the beautiful frost on them yesterday .. but the shape is so beautiful .. so I messed around in Picasa and quite like them now!







No writing today .. re-thinking after talking to a couple of people about whether to carry on making it all public ......

Took lots of pics today and the one I used was the last one I spotted just getting back to the house!
Frozen Mosses by the pond ...untouched by Picasa this one - just as it came :)




Annnnnd a whole Poem .. well maybe a whole one - not sure if I have or haven't finished .. I think a couple of refenrences are a bit obscure and need expanding (ooer!)

Deep in the woods we met that day
Her eyes they led my heart astray
And Oh her lips her lips did say
"Love me, mortal man"

She garlanded my raggy hair
With briar rose and willow fair
And led me to her forest lair
To be her mortal man

I lay with her the faerie girl
Where violets grew and brackens curled
And stayed until the night unfurled
And was her mortal man

And as day and night became as one
And summer into winter spun
And snow eclipsed the falling sun
I stayed, her mortal man

She loved me true my Faerie girl
And with each turning of the world
Her sadness and her grief unfurled
My hair grew grey my bones grew old
My eyes grew dim, no longer bold
Her mourning made my blood run cold
For me, her mortal man

I sought a creature of the night
Who swore to me that one small bite
Would bring me back into the light
To be again her mortal man

I showed my Faerie girl my wound
She gazed at me without a sound
Then through my hair she willow wound
And left her Immortal Man

Apparently this is the most depressing day of the year ... not so bad for me thankfully!
 
Today's pic is of a dark reddish brown dock seed head covered in frost with the early morning sun just hitting it




And ... finished the alchemist poem too - I could have gone on but I think its long enough :)


~ The Alchemist ~

It was a Moonless Starless night
When I first met the Alchemist
His eyes were dull his voice was hoarse
his clothing made of linen coarse
His hands shook as he raised his glass
His lips they trembled as he cursed
And thus it was I found the Man
His body racked as if in pain
In the Tavern with no name
Lit by Candlelight

I bought him Ale I bought him Mead
And Rennish laced with Poppy seed
But nothing would his tongue unlock
And then ..I gazed upon his book
His dull eyes blazed with anger fierce
And seemed my very soul to pierce
His shaking hands sought mine at last
And knocked aside his drinking glass
On that Moonless Starless night
In the Tavern with no name
Lit by Candlelight

He held the book close to his breast
And from me did my promise wrest
To stay until his sins were told
Until his tale was laid to rest
So I stayed with him all through that night
That moonless starless cursed night
By the fire burning bright
In the tavern with no name
Lit by candlelight

His darkling tale he did recite
That moonless starless cursed night
And there began my life of blight
By the fire burning bright
In the tavern with no name
Lit by Candlelight

The book he opened and he showed
The pages marked as if in code
The pages covered side to side
With symbols strange ~and then he cried
Cried aloud that moonless night
That moonless starless cursed night
In the tavern with no name
Lit by candlelight

"I loved a girl so fair and wild
Perhap she was a faery's child?
She bewitched me more each day and night
And taunted me with eyes so bright
Which seemed to make the daytime night ..
To me they did eclipse the sun
And shield the stars and cloud the moon"
He cried aloud that cursed night
By the fire burning bright
In the tavern with no name
Lit by candlelight

"She told me she would love me true
And kissed me, sweet as summer's dew
And held me close and whispered "Soon...
But bring me first the Sun and Moon
And make for me a necklace bright
With all the jewels of the night""
The Alchemist did weep that night
By the fire burning bright
In the tavern with no name
Lit by candlelight

"So every day and every night
with my spells I stole their light
and captured it in vials bright
and hid them from all human sight
And fashioned from their magick glow
Treasures for her neck and brow
And God forgive me for my sins!"
The Alchemist did cry that night
That Moonless Starless Cursed night
In the tavern with no name
Lit by Candlelight

And now the world in darkness lies
No more the Sun and Moon do rise
But glitter in a Faery's lair
As starlight shimmers in her hair
He wept then with his blinded eyes
The Alchemist who lost his prize
And stole the Moon and Stars and Sun
He wept there in the shadowed night
That Moonless Starless Cursed Night
In the Tavern with no name
Lit by Candlelight

Where does time go ????? .. today's pic ..pretty but  not so interesting really .. Winter Jasmine





And I did get round to writing today ... I'm going to have to to it every day I think otherwise it will slip ... found it hard today ... anyway The Alchemist .. contd

"I loved a girl so fair and wild
Perhap she was a faery's child?
She bewitched more each day and night
And  taunted me with eyes so bright
Which seemed to make the daytime night ..
To me they did eclipse the sun
And shield the stars and cloud the moon"
He cried aloud that cursed night
By the fire burning bright
In the tavern with no name
Lit by candlelight

"She told me she would love me true
And kissed me, sweet as summer's dew
And held me close and whispered "Soon...
But bring me first the  Sun and Moon
And make for me a necklace bright
With all the jewels of the night""
The Alchemist did weep that night
By the fire burning bright
In the tavern with no name
Lit by candlelight

"So every day and every night
with my spells I stole their light
and captured it in vials bright
and hid them from all human sight
And fashioned from their magick glow
Treasures for her neck and brow
And God forgive me for my sins!"
The Alchemist did cry that night
That Moonless Starless Cursed night
In the tavern with no name
Lit by Candlelight

I didn't write anything today ... so just a photo .. Frosty Faerie sparklers ...

Heavy frost overnight and I took lots of pictures today but ... camera somewhat misbehaving .. do hope its not the third of my crucial techno bits to go wrong (following computer and phone...) but I'm liking this spiky thistle ...



The Alchemist .. contd...

He held the book close to his breast
And from me did my promise wrest
To stay until his sins were told
Until his tale was laid to rest
So I stayed with him all through that night
That moonless starless cursed night
By the roaring fire bright
In the tavern with no name
Lit by candlelight

His darkling tale he did recite
That moonless starless cursed night
And there began my life of blight
By the roaring fire bright
In the tavern with no name
Lit by Candlelight

The  book he  opened and he showed
The pages marked as if in code
The pages covered side to side
With symbols strange ~and then he cried
Cried aloud that moonless night
That moonless starless cursed night
In the tavern with no name
Lit by candlelight

Hanging out of the window in my jim jams this morning to get a view of this amazing sunrise - it was so blindingly psychadelic !





And Today's words .. an idea I've had brewing for a long time .. I know the story (unusual for me!) its getting it writ that's going to be tricky I think ... brewing up to have (loosely) the same structure as the Lady of Shallot .. although why I really can't say .. it came out that way in the first verse!


The Alchemist
It was a Moonless Starless night
When I first met the Alchemist
His eyes were dull his voice was hoarse
his clothing made of linen coarse
His hands shook as he raised his glass
His lips they trembled as he cursed
And thus it was I found the Man
His body racked as if in pain
In the Tavern with no name
Lit by Candlelight


I bought him Ale I bought him Mead
And Rennish laced with Poppy seed
But nothing would his tongue unlock
And then ..I gazed upon his book
His dull eyes blazed with anger fierce
And seemed my very soul to pierce
His shaking hands sought mine at last
And knocked aside his drinking glass
On that  Moonless Starless night
In the Tavern with no name
Lit by Candlelight

Today's Pic .. of some tiny Aster seed heads




and feeling somewhat restored today so I have finished the Lady Bright poem ... heres the whole thing - slightly changed a couple of verses .. but I think that's allowed!

The snow was falling fast and deep
The darkness calling us to sleep
Our horses tired from days of travel
Our wounds still bleeding from the battle

A tower loomed in the moonlit snow
With windows full of candle glow
Our hearts found hope where none had been
We knocked and called and were welcomed in

My Lady met us in the keep
And greeted us with manner sweet
Her eyes were grey her hair was bright
Her gown was as of spun Moonlight

"Good sirs be welcome in my home
I see you are most battle worn
Come, come and bathe your hurts away
And you will sleep till break of day"

We bathed in waters scented deep
And lay on bracken beds to sleep
But I was woken by the gleam
Of candles shining through my dreams

My Lady knelt beside my bed
And took my hand and softly said
"Come follow, sit and talk with me
And hear my tale and set me free?"

I could not deny My Lady bright
And sat and listened through the night
And sat with her before the fire
She saw my longing and desire

Her tears fell soft as summer rain
Her haunted face was full of pain
Her grey eyes searched inside my soul
And with that look my heart she stole

The day began too soon to wake
Her ladies came their fast to break
I walked away through lightening vaults
My lady burning in my thoughts

I slept the shadowed day away
In silent peace no dreams to slay
My slumber. But then as evening fell
I awoke but how I could not tell ..

"Good Captain" said My Lady bright
"I cannot sleep this haunted night
come follow, talk and sit with me
and hear my tale and set me free?"

Glad I was to see her face
My bursting heart began to race
for I must confess without delay
my love for her this very day

She held her finger to my lips
as if my words she would eclipse
"No my Captain you must not say
what's in your heart, on this or any other day"

I sat with her beside the fire
And listened to her tale entire
And madness ruled the dark that night
As I held my Lady Bright.

I held her in my arms and wept
I held her as she quietly slipped
From her accursed life within these halls
As shadows flickered on the walls

She had begged me with her eyes so grey
To take her lifelong pain away
And as I sliced into her heart
She told me we would never part

She kissed me ... and oh my heart grew cold
For as she died her curse she told
And kissed again my weeping face
And with her hand my tears did trace

For only the one who loved her deep
And took her life and then did weep
And mix with hers his life blood clear
Could win her love and end her fear

And the day began too soon to wake
Her ladies came their fast to break
And found us swathed in scarlet bright
From the madness of that dark dark night

 

Hips are playing up and still feeling rotten ... yesterday for the first time in well a year probably I bought myself a little bunch of paperwhites .. scent delicacy beauty .. I love them .. here's my photo of them





must try and get back to writing again tomorrow ~ the spirit is weak still, so here's the continuation of yesterday's tale ....


the toadstool disappeared in a flash, leaving a vague glowing image of a mean little face with its tongue sticking out ...
"Ooooooh" whispered Thistlecorn "think I'll keep quiet then"
"That would be best I think " said Shadow of the Rose ... "considering ..."
The sisters started through the ever thickening everfrost towards and into the ever darkening forest.
The canopy of trees was so thick that hardly any everfrost fell within , and the sisters walked upon a soft pine and cedar scented carpet, the odd twig cracking underfoot in the silence, their way lit by the now tiny glowing toadstools.
After what seemed like many hours of walking, the path suddenly widened into a small clearing wherein stood a little wooden hut, the path to its door lit softly by more toadstools.
The sisters were weary and looked at each other .. "shall we?" they both seemed to say together, ... "yes" .. came the unspoken reply.
The door was a little stiff and they had to stoop to enter. Inside, the hut was black as soot but smelt aromatic and of pine and cedar. Thistlecorn striked one of her special birch tindersnaps against her breeches and held it high to see.. well... what they could see - a lantern to begin! and so Thistlecorn being an expert in lanterns and candleing exclaimed with glee and lit the wick.
Its soft glow illuminated the hut and they saw a large fireplace stacked ready with kindling and logs to the side ..."as if ... as if we were expected" they whispered..
A while later, the flames dancing and a pot of master Thornbranch's "Vittles for Vigger" warming on the fire, the sisters sat either side of the fireplace..
"Sister Rose " said Thistlecorn "do you miss Giantshire?" A long silence whilst Shadow of the Rose gazed into the amethyst and amber flames.
"I .... well ... No I don't Thistlecorn .. I think I have been ready for a journey such as this for some time now and am glad, yes very glad to be here and very especially glad to be here with you "
Another silence ..
"Sister Thisltlecorn .. do YOU miss Giantshire?"
" I miss my own dear Lord Malcolm of Aeryflyte, and my Sir Scooby  and Damsel Diva Dogges, and sometimes in glancingness the Castle of Chalet , yet I too am glad yes very glad to be here and especially glad too to be here with you Sister"
"more mead ? ... or MoreMead?"
they drank ...both .. and ate the delicious vittles, in the steam of which they caught wisping glimpses of the tavern...
Finally to bed next the fireplace  on pallets of sweet smelling bracken and ferns mixed with meadowsweet and hops .. their cloaks and clothes hanging in the recesses of the fireplace to dry and warm whilst they slept.
"Thornbranch's dessicated and purified concentrate of Porrydge.. for Getgoing and Gogetting" said the label on the little packet they unwrapped the next morning "to be consumed warm and first soaked in meadwater" "meadwater" read the label of the little bottle inside the packet .. they added it accordingly and simmered the Porrydge for a while over the embers of the fire. The steam from the Porrydge rose in rainbow bubbles each whispering words when it popped "morning" "rise and shine" "good day ladies"  and such The sisters smiled " I think master Thornbranch made more magick than we realised!"
Warm, fed, refreshed and eager to continue, they closed the door of the hut after dousing the fire and making sure all was as they found it, and left a note on the latch saying simply "thank you"
The forest seemed a little less dark this day and the toadstools still glowed along the path through the trees.
Still there was utter silence save for the sisters' soft treadfalls on the scented carpet, not a murmur, nor bird trill, nor whisper nor rustle did they hear, and yet they were not feared, but calmed and soothed by the dusky peace.
"Roses and Thistles
and Starflakes on Bristles....."
"WHAT WAS THAT?" whispered Thistlecorn in a very loud whisper..
"Toadstools and Mushrooms
and Moremead in Taverns..."
"And that?" whispered Shadow of the Rose
"Spiced sherry and Trufflecakes
Puddynge and Rings...
these are they not? ... a few of your favourite things? ..."
The voice drifted to their ears like the most magickal of tiny windchimes wafting on the sweetest scented breeze .. the Sisters were entranced.. and followed the sound
"Storm clouds and lightning
and Magick not frightening..."
"this way" .. whispered Thistlecorn in a shiver of excitement
"Starflakes and Moonbeams
and raindrops for earrings
Everfrost sparkling
Diamonds of dew..
You search for the Oak bleeding pearls ... is it  true...?"
The achingly beautiful voice faded into silence ...the sisters stood for a long momentime listening, craving for more...
"Roses and Thistles...." a tiny echo seemed to come from between a small gap in the trees, the sisters ran towards it...
They burst into  a little clearing in the forest, in the centre a lake overhung with a giant tree, toadstools at its roots, and above  a violet moon just rising
"Beware the longing lake........."
"Did you say something Sister Rose ?"
"No I thought you did Thistlecorn!"
"beware ..... " the whispers seemed to come from the forest itself and the sisters thought, well... probably a breeze caused the sound and the falling everfrost and well ... their ears being a bit "fogged up" in their hoods....
"Diamonds of Dew..."
That ....they both heard distinctly and looked up into the branches of the Ancient gnarled tree overhanging the lake, and saw ....a faery sitting on a branch ..
"Welcome and Greetings dear Systers, come, come .... look into the Looking Lake and see  your journey, your  destiny, your future... what shall you see I wonder?"
The sisters came closer to the edge of the lake entranced by its shimmer, the gleam of the just rising moon  and the soft singing of the voice in the branch above "Roses and Thistles..."
On  a Sudden....Fear, cold fear  crept wisping round the Sisters,  dark nameless, faceless shadows of fear  .. yet still,  they had to look deep deep into the lake the Looking Lake ... The Longing Lake .......

A bit of a cheat on the writing front today as I'm still feeling yukky so here's part of my Quest story for my sister ...

The sisters stepped through with racing hearts ... the door closing swiftly behind them and disappearing in a shimmer, leaving just a wall entangled with the same roses all abloom in the now fast falling everfrost. Huge toadstools rose vastly above them, and they took cover for a while under one, a particularly wide capped blue glowing giant, and stared at each other in silence....
"Ooooh" said Thistlecorn eyes all awide .."wonder if you can eat them?"
"My dear sister" Shadow of the Rose said laughing.. "even you in your Giant size could not eat this scrape~sky of a toadstool!, and I think the glow might hint at a little magick and mischief within .. enough of eating .. we must gather our thoughts.."
The sisters put up their felted hoods against the chill and gazed around their new surroundings. On looking closer, the toadstools appeared to be growing (and glowing) along a rough pathway leading to the edge of a dark dark Forest which spread in all directions and oh how darkling it looked ... made darker by the glow of the toadstools and the sparkling of the everfrost as it fell ever thicker..
Shadow of the Rose lifted from round her neck a little vial on a chain
"Sister, I think it's time to take a few drops of Master Thornbranch's Tincture of Chaos to become our Giant size again, I have no great fancy to enter that forest at this size!"
She tipped the vial to her mouth and two drops, taking the shape of two fierce little men fighting, landed on her tongue .. the effect was immediate
"Hmmm that packs a punch!" said Shadow of the Rose, looking a little as if having climbed through a thicket of briars, as she leaned down to hand the vial, which was now tiny in her fingers, to Thistlecorn .. who also drank.
"Whaddya mean I couldn't eat a whole one?" foghorned Thistlecorn eyeing up the toadstool which had been their shelter and the top of which was now just up to the tip of her nose ....

 

Well its amazing how ... when you really open your eyes and look ... I've passed this tree most days for over a year and not noticed its beauty.....shame on me ...




feeling a little under the weather today so not quite up to carrying on with my 2 current tales but this did pop up ...

I hear you whisper on the wind
I see you in the swaying branch
I taste your kiss in falling rain
Your touch is like an avalanche
Your scent is in the soaking earth
Your soul is in the lightning strike
I'll weather out the storm with you
My elemental love

 

No I Haven't! each photo so far has been taken fresh that day and the writing is too - quite pleased with myself this week!

Today's pic - the sun just catching a bleached out grass seed head ....




and today's writing a continuation of yesterday's ode - not quite so sure about this lot .....

Her tears fell soft as summer rain
Her haunted face was full of pain
Her grey eyes searched inside my soul
And with that look my heart she stole

The day began too soon to wake
Her ladies came their fast to break
I walked away through lightening vaults
My lady burning in my thoughts

I slept the shadowed day away
In silent peace no dreams to slay
My slumber. But then as evening fell
I awoke but how I could not tell ..

"Good Captain" said My Lady bright
"I cannot sleep this haunted night
come follow, talk and sit with me
and hear my tale and set me free?"

Glad I was to see her face
My bursting heart began to race
for I must confess without delay
my love for her this very day

She held her finger to my lips
as if my words she would eclipse
"No my Captain you must not say
what's in your heart, on this or any other day"

TBC

 

A simply perfect Ivy leaf with the colours inverted in Picasa



And whilst the Silversmith is searching for the Apprentice ...I've started on another tale of woe!...

The snow was falling fast and deep
The darkness calling us to sleep
Our horses tired from days of travel
Our wounds still bleeding from the battle

A tower loomed in the moonlit snow
With windows full of candle glow
Our hearts found hope where none had been
We knocked and called and were welcomed in

My Lady met us in the keep
And greeted us with manner sweet
Her eyes were grey her hair was bright
Her gown was as of spun Moonlight

"Good sirs be welcome in my home
I see you are most battle worn
Come, come and bathe your hurts away
And you will sleep till break of day"

We bathed in waters scented deep
And lay on bracken beds to sleep
But I was woken by the gleam
Of candles shining through my dreams

My Lady knelt beside my bed
And took my hand and softly said
"Come follow, sit and talk with me
And hear my tale and set me free?"

I could not deny My Lady bright
And sat and listened to her plight
And heard her tale about the Squire
And wept with her before the fire

TBC

 

Tried to take close ups today but it was tooo windy and everything blurred so here's a big old oak where the local Greater Spotted Woodpeckers live .. you can just see some of the holes




And todays instalment of the Silversmith's Daughter ... should I make it an epic I wonder? it seems to come so easily at the moment ~ perhaps I should carry on until I fizzle out .....or is it just doggerel .....or is it lazy? thinking aloud here....

He came to my door the Apprentice
With his eyes all emerald and bold
And he fixed his gaze on my daughter
With her dowry more precious than gold

I trusted the word of my Daughter
And welcomed him in from the cold
And his work shone out full of beauty
And oh! the knife he fashioned from gold...

He served me full well the Apprentice
And my daughter looked on him with love
And they walked every day hand in hand
Down to the Mistletoe Grove

Midwinter's eve the wind was a howling
The snow fell deeper than love
They walked hand in hand in the Moonlight
Down to the Mistletoe Grove

I found her my Ruby Red Daughter
Alone and asleep in the cold
On a bed all fashioned of diamonds
And her necklace a knife made of gold

I wander now every day searching
Searching for those eyes Emerald bold
And look for the man with a ring on his hand
For its a dowry more precious than gold

 

A dead tree covered in Ivy  ~ a casualty of yesterday's storms





And the Silversmith's Daghter continued ...

He came to our door the apprentice
with his eyes all emerald and bold
His hair shone like beaten copper
And we welcomed him in from the cold

And I loved him my father's apprentice
For his eyes all emerald and bold
And I kissed him and gave myself to him
And my dowry more precious than Gold

But his heart was harder than Diamond
And his soul was blacker than coal
And he took my life with a golden knife
Where the Mistletoe weeps in the snow

He fashioned me into a trinket
And boasted of his great new found wealth
And believe me my dear gentle sisters
Revenge is better in stealth

For He thinks I am wrapped round his finger
But instead I burn in his soul
And splinter his heart hard as Diamond
With my dowry more precious than Gold

 

Totally defeated by the  Stormy stormy weather today so took a photo of  a lovely Candle my sister gave me
:)





And today's writing was a bit of a brain stretcher ...

My first is in Loki but not in Asgard
My second in Freya but not in Hel
My third is in Odin and also in Njord
My fourth is in Tyr but not in his Sword
My fifth in Thors Hammer but not in Valhalla
My sixth in Olympus but not in this Earth
My seventh in Order and also in Chaos
My eighth is in Moonlight and in its Corona

Who am I ?

Answer?   L A D Y   M O O N ....

 

 Todays - one of some teeeeeeny faerie shrooms found on a log on todays walk

And the sad ending of yesterdays start in fact I'll put the whole poem here :


She was  the Silversmiths daughter
Her eyes were  sapphire and bold
Her hair shone as of spun moonlight
And her dowry more precious than gold

I started her father's apprentice
He welcomed me in from the cold
Oh but she kissed me the silversmiths daughter
With her dowry more precious than gold

I took the Silversmith's kindness
And  left my heart in the cold
And I took her, the Silversmiths daughter
And her dowry more precious than gold

But I tired of the Silversmith's daughter
With her eyes all sapphire and bold
For she no longer had her dowry
Her dowry more precious than gold

So I take her, the Silversmiths daughter
To where the Mistletoe grows
And take her life with a golden knife
As the cold wind blows

Her blood runs redder than Rubies
Through the Diamonds of the Snow
And the bold bold Sapphire eyes
Are forever closed

 I gather up the Rubies
And take the Sapphires bright
And set them up with diamonds
In a ring of spun moonlight

I keep the Silversmiths daughter
in a jewel so bright and so bold
So all the world can look and see
Her dowry  more precious than Gold

 

Will I be able to keep it going? we shall see...
First day of my personal challenge to take a photo a day and produce a piece of written work






And today's words ...

She was the Silversmiths daughter
Her eyes were sapphire and bold
Her hair shone as of spun moonlight
And her dowry more precious than gold

I started her father's apprentice
He welcomed me in from the cold
Oh but she kissed me the silversmiths daughter
With her dowry more precious than gold

I took the Silversmith's kindness
And left my heart in the cold
And I took her, the silversmiths daughter
And her dowry more precious than gold