1st of the month and another inspired piece from Susan Schroder's wonderful calendar. The picture this was drawn from is called Il Usiva Luminae.
An angelic woods creature found a place she could think.To dwell on some wishes and have a cool drink.She knelt by the pool as her hands cupped the stream.A giggle was heard or so it did seem."Is some one there?" She called sweetly out.But nothing replied or moved round about.To the stream and the woods she peered half and half.Again her hands dipped again came a laugh.Angry and scared she said, "I'd like a laugh too,Come out of hiding so I may see you."From the surface broke free a bubble of light.Closely it stayed to the fairies stooped height."Fear not," came a voice from the glimmering glow.Who's aerial dance was gentle and slow."I am the breath of the water though seldom I'm heard.Save for the waves in crashing beached words."Another tiny bubble rose as the first bubble popped.Close again to the fairy the second one stopped.Her tickling hand was the reason it said.To wake the still waters from a sandy streambed.Clearly seen the water how deeply she cared.It's secrets it thought to her it would share."Listen my child your mind you must hush.Tis my nature to babble and speak in a rush.I'm touched and do touch all manor of things.Life and it's end both I can bring.I live in the heavens and deep in the ground.Where ever and what ever is where I am found.I'm made of wintry flakes that soon disappear.And of sadness and joy in the shed of a tear.From me is a gift that I freely give.So I too can thrive in the life we both live."In the streams final words the glistening bubble burst.The fairy cradled the water and quenched out her thirst.Now what was her small voice since the time of her youth.Was a whispering partner and a happier truth.Dead Of Winter
Sunday, January 24, 2010, 07:42 AM EST
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From a land of ice and snow she came the princess of the cold.In her wake are frozen lovers whose wish was she they'll hold.Helpless is the innocent for they possess no sword or shield.They hear her song and drink her scent naive of what's concealed.Within her word's a breath of frost to listen brings a chill.Once captured in her steel blue gaze her wish becomes your will.Too numb to feel the warmth of love so too of pain born heat.A release eternal is her touch her kiss is just as sweet.It's her dance that beckons you to join or a walk thy two may share.Beneath the wraps that are her gown hides hell's servant under there.Tis winter somewhere at sometime of falls end and springtime's start.Then a holiday from her realm to damn yon unsuspecting heart.Should the crisp cool night find the one that lingers out alone.A soul may flee the fool's cold corps that once it dwelld as home.
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The Winter Dragon
Wednesday, January 13, 2010, 07:05 PM EST
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I was so inspired by the tale Tommy told that it formed verses in my mind. All day long I wrote poetic lines of this story all over the sheet rock I was hanging. I know the experience was great for Tommy's words took me there. Borrowed from these same words this is how I describe it.
Tis a winter's tale of Tommy lore scribed on the magic slate.Of an encounter private the kind that be retold in hours late.In an oaken, pine and cedar forest nests Deer Creek's hid ravine.From fern grottos and mossy clefts harbors fairies safe unseen.In the still air of gray draped sky whilst a western heavens gaze.Prayed the distant roar be of angels pearls shed well-wept rainy days.To what could make the woodland giants herald with respectful bow?Braced witness of nature's court to bare true testimony now.Ravine lead up the dragon's course bearing level at voyeur's right.A fleeting specter that cloaks yon hill whose form are clouds of white.In the cool and scented dragon's spirit embraced and tossed about.The watcher beheld the sight and wrath that lesser men may doubt.Should dew now fill the dragon's realm? Asked while in bosom hold.Ushered with the beast's own tail a wake of calm and parting cold.So gripped was heart, mind and spirit by creation's fantasy.As legends do shall dwell forever unveiled by those who see.Thanks so much Tommy.
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A Forest Fae
Friday, January 1, 2010, 09:15 AM EST
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As promised, on the first of every month, I'll be posting an inspired piece conjured from the art found in Susan Schroder's calendar. So many times I've been taken by the images that other talented artists present. But in my opinion she has a gift that makes you feel connected to her art. I had a chance to breifly meet her, and though she wasn't feeling well at the time, her spirit was still as bright. In the following months I'll be paying tribute to her wonderful glimpses of that place where enchanted folk live.
A Forest Fae
A glimmer twinkles like a star that jewels the sky at night.Under the trees dark canopy her glow's the only light.Witnessed closer she is a child born from the angels dreams.From when the heavens wept tears as pure so too her nature seems.Sipping dewdrops off glistening pedals clung on the woods bouquet.Each moves a dance her words are sung to things she wants to say.Silken are her wings and dress to match the softness of her feel.This fleeting innocence I crave so much to stay forever real.Tags:
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Friday, December 25, 2009, 12:46 AM EST
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Happy Birthday To Jesus &Merry Christmas To All
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