trieded to add this to DreamDeer's group Dreamer's Fair but the poem's look was not what I wanted. Still here is my contribution from a far and what I hope fits in with her vision.
The blur of earlier fades slowly away,As I retire with my family at the end of the day.A parent's life is a challenge each day a small test.Suprised I was not as I laid my young to rest."I know how silly and stange this may seem,but when asleep what is it that fairies dream?"A question only an innocent child can ask.To hide behind a lie is easy the truth was a true task.Who could I speak with and ware could I look?Is it in an ancient fable hidden in a forgotten book?Or was it told in tales said in days gone by?A fool's errand I was on but still I had to try.For some strange reason I felt I needed to know.Spurned on by a compulsion that would not let me go.Late became the day; this secret would have to keep.Still in my thoughts it was carried to the land of sleep.Shaken from my slumber by a presence in my bed."Are you awake?" Whispered a child closely to my head."This is the day you promised and I can hardly wait,the sun has already risen and it's starting to grow very late.The bees will have gathered the pollen and the dew will be all dry.There'll be nothing left to collect if we don't get out and fly."Remembering my promise, my child and everything I see.And another child and another life, two seperate realities.But the look in my child's eyes as we took to flight.Made me realize this was my life and not the dream of last night.Peacefully I fell to sleep later that same day.Anxous to see the other child for I knew just what to say.Questioning as before but this time the answer I knew."What fairies dream about sweetheart are children just like you."The Ravens Call
Tuesday, August 19, 2008, 09:20 PM [General]
This was inspired by Janices piece, Calling the Ravens.
From high on top a mountain's peak a castle stands alone.An evil winged princess sits waiting on her throne.Then just as the legend told came a prophesy fulfilled.Defeated were the crystal guardians by warriors greatly skilled.Delivered by her minions was an orb of awesome power.She took her place to give the chant at the sacred hour.Parting were the shielding clouds that were as dark as night.By a force that emanated in a blinding light.Goddess of nature and of man this she could foresee.Calling to her subjects she gave her first decree."My children I now summon thee to do as I command.As you have ruled the skies so to we shall the land.The time has come to reap what earlier has been sown."As the raven queen held high the glowing crystal stone."Who shall dare oppose us none will even try.All shall cower on there knees fearing they may die.Now go and do my bidding spread fear to one and all."Her wicked laugh was hardly heard above the raven's call.Within her hand the crystal pulsed and started to get warm.The clouds returned and the rain of a thunderstorm.Tossed about by galling winds over cliff is ware she fell.Decending she recalled what the legend tried to tell.Make nature do against creation broke the highest law.A lesson learned though last and late from her deadly fall.Over countless ages a wounded nature still remains unhealed.For even to this day comes calling ravens to the farmers fields.Saint George and the Dragon
Sunday, August 17, 2008, 02:33 PM [General]
I was inspired to write this after seeing Isabella's fantastic shadow puppets. After doing some reading on the matter I made this abbreviation on the epic tale. I hope I did it as much justice as Isabella.
From far western lands rode one gallant and brave.On destinies path awaited souls to be saved.Beside lake sized still pond he met his fait's quest.Lurked death feeding beast beneath watery rest.Then to a place sacred behind veil mercies face hides.Presented sacrificed gifts of lamb and child brides.In terrified courage came what wealth could not buy.A princesses last plea that no other should die.Withered fears void it's spirit lies in empty lost will.Hell's challenge arose from waters quiet and still.With faith and knight's lance banashed unholy made deal.Bandaged wound behind maidens fair dress it concealed.To village Silene marched the brave and the damned.Praising the one he sent back servant of doomed under land.Stands now a cathedral with healing spring gorge.Ware told is the tale of the dragon and Saint George.Dreams
Sunday, August 10, 2008, 04:57 AM [General]
What kind of world would it be?To not have dreams and fantasy.Would anything we know as realhave the same look and feel?How dull life would seemWithout the chance to ever dream.What thoughts would we wish to keep?When we lie down to go to sleep.Living from day to day.Would there be anything to say?What would children ever do?How would anything come true?How could we ever grow?If all that is we were to know.How could life continue on?If fantasy were ever gone.With out imagination's partwould anything ever start?And what would carry us through.Would anything be ever new?What would we be looking for?An empty life would be in store.Dreams is what makes us whole.It fills our heart, mind and soul.It's there for the young and old. And helps to get the message told.When we're alone no one is thereit comforts us and helps us care.And for us to truly seelife's great possibilities.
The Garden Gate
Saturday, August 9, 2008, 04:53 PM [General]
Along an abandoned back road I wandered lost and alone unable to find my way.Untill I came upon a home deserted it seemed still a place I hoped I could stay.Through tall grass and brush just as rain started to fall I ascended the porch step.Suprised I was to have my knock answered as I stood cold and dripping wet.Holding an opera of candles she greeted me in the slight smile she absently gave.Taking hold of my hand I suddenly felt a chill like a stone marker over a grave.For my intrusion I apoligized and explained my visit as we continued to walk.Leading me down halls till we reached a large window there she decided to talk.Raising her arm she pointed out into the night to something far away and unseen.What she said sounded as real as if recalling it from slumber of some horrible dream."There are places," she said,"We must never go ware realms sometimes collide.Unleashed are our fantasies all free to roam with out need to run or hide.Are they born from our thoughts or were they always there of this I do not know.Venture not to that land for lost is the soul that dares to foolishly go.I learned of this place through great sadness and loss tormenting me every day.What remains is hope that she will return so that is why I continue to stay.Her name is Crystal my only daughter and like her name she is lovely and rare.Widowed from war I made her my world and my only reason to care.To this day I recall my sweet child's innocent tales of friends she alone could see.And of a magical place just beyond the garden gate adorned with iron fairies.I remember holding her hand as I followed her to what I believed did not exist.Once through the gate she vanished from sight her grip gone from my empty fist.I have never stopped searching though desperate and long still alone I continue to wait.Expecting her return from that other place that lies just beyond the fairies gate."In my eyes she seen doubt so she lead me away to a garden thorny and wild.Left unattended for nature to reclaim since the loss of her only child.Then suddenly we stopped for barely inches away was the fences iron doorway.Dragging her through, "There is nothing to fear," it was the last thing to her I would say.Within that same instant I stood alone in the dark, in place I turned quickly around.Only the tracks we just made and nothing else remained on the wet grassy ground.Vanishing too was my need to find shelter and rest I fled till the rays of the new day light.And untill now I've kept silent to what happened to me on that dark and rainy night.Together they are in some place and some time because only in love can believe.Beware of garden gates for if you should ever dare enter you just might never again leave.