"I've kept it a secret, but for you I wiil tell,What happened a long time ago, still I remember it well." That's how the story began, as did all my grandmother's stories. On this how ever she told with a kind of urgent conviction, as if she needed me to truly believe. She was your typical grandmother, you know baking, bedmaking, gardening, that sort of thing. But when it came to story telling none were better. Little did I know that the times we spent together would later be my most cherished memories. As usual I fought against sleep but with my grandmother's calm voice to distract me and little else it was a battle already lost. Rocking slowly back and fourth I watched her and her shadow keep time with the rhythm of her tale. She never read from any book, instead the things she told could only be found in dreams. And it was my dreams I put them back. The bed felt a little softer when ever she made it up for me and my midnight snack of cookies and milk became sweeter with her touch. To this day nothing ever tasted or felt as good. I lay there in the warm embrace of my bed and comforting sounds of that sweet old lady. In a voice cracked with age she continued."Out past the town, beyond the meadows and treesto a place known only by birds and small bumble bees.Where flowers make colors bright as a rainbowand perfumes the air when the wind gently blows.The breeze was also filled with the songs of the birdsin chorus they sang with high chirping words.Moss covered the trees as they reached for the skythat was bluer than blue with clouds drifting by.To a pond ran a stream with frogs leaping nearit's cool water refreshed the fox and the deer.It was this place I had found, one day on my ownso far back into the woods, so far from my home.I followed a path made by squirrle's tiny feetalong I found berries that were juicy and sweet.Only once did I stop to have a good laughas I watched a slow moving turtle cross over my path.Then off I went with a pace that was quickwhile tapping the ground with my walking stick.Finally I grew tired so I decided to stopI glimpsed the small jump of a rabbits scared hop.But what flew off his back was the strangest of thingsfor lying on the ground was a fairy with a bent wing.Cautiously I crept to where she still lay"Are you all right?" Was all I could say.With a tear in her eye caused by her wing's hurtshe brushed off grass leaves and pieces of dirt.And then in song she spoke softly to mewhile I towered over her as tall as a tree."I beg you please, I need your help,"her pain and fear I suddenly felt." Interupting my grandmother I tiredly asked, "What did you do grand mom?" Slowly she leaned in close and tucked the blanket tightly around me. As if I were in her arms, I felt my body melt into the soft blankets hug. This was the kind of magic that only a grandmother can make. She eased herself back and with a faint smile she continued."I told the little fairy, "Don't go any where,"as I gathered two leaves and the bow from my hair.I placed her bent wing between the two leavesthey were held with my bow, the fairy was pleased.For the rest of the day, together we playedbut the shadows grew long as light started to fade."How do I get home?" I said with a tearin my voice the fairy heard the sound of my fear."Hold me close," the fairy said, "You'll see with my glow,""I'll light up the path making it easy to follow."Before long I was home but it was dark and latethrough the window I saw my mother nervously wait.Back in my hair returned the ribbon bow tieno longer needed, the fairy now able to fly.I entered my home, my mother happy and madgone were the small fairy and the fun that we had.My mother's replied to what happened that day"Just forget you ever saw it, it's better that way." Gathering the last of my waking energy I asked, "Why did she say that grand mom?" Exhausted and shaky she answered, "I scared her so bad when I came home so late." With a sigh and a pause she said in a sad low voice, "My dear, it's a scare only a parent can feel." I barely heard the words when sleep finally took me. I remember waking to my mother lying close to me. Her eyes red and swollen betraying the smile she desperately tried to make. I remember the tears that rolled down her cheeks as she spoke of a better place and how happy grand mom now was. But most of all I remember everything my grand mother said. I tell her tales now to my grand child from notes I made to better remember. And as each is read I save the place I left off with a ribbon once worn in my grand mother's hair.
Made a small contribution to The Unseelie Court group
Thursday, July 3, 2008, 07:49 AM [General]
It's a poen called An Enslaved Succubus. Love to get some feed back.
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The July and August Fairies
Monday, June 30, 2008, 06:05 PM [General]
The two most playful fairies of the month's are in August and July.Spending there days in games and funas they soar in the summer sky.How irresponsible and so carefreethese twin sisters have become.With not a concern nor worry in the worldon how anything is to be done.Children these two will forever be never wishing to fully mature.Pranks and jokes and fooling aroundwhile achieving nothing more.Sometimes in play they can go too fartill Mother Natures nerves are worn.Scolding the two for there childish waysin the form of a thunderstorm.But still there nature is the summera careless time to live.A chance to fiddle and frolica diversion from life's worries it gives.And who hasn't felt the stir within to step back a couple of years.Most when hearing the sound of playing childrenringing within the ears.For Mother Nature this is the very reasonshe lets them play there little games.Summer is made for all childrenwithout them it wouldn't be the same.
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The Summer Fairy
Friday, June 20, 2008, 09:27 PM [General]
Honey blond hair of the summer fairy shineswith a radiant glow like the sun filled sky.And when in lightning flashes of the darkest storm reflect her wet tresses as they gently dry.The mountains, valleys and hills are green and aliveas she soars high above so carefree.A princess whose kingdom is a warm bright worldstreching as far as the eye can see.Blessed with flight made on silken wingsextending beyond the reach of her arms.Making also her way on light graceful bare feet a dancer skilled at performing her charms.Clothed in white linen and of silks and of laceher gowns are made to adorn such a queen.Freshly picked flowers make up her royal crowna lovely vision born from a beautiful dream.If by chance you were to stop and give your self-resta need the soul cries for after drearier days.You may indeed glimpse the pure essence of summer as she passes through the suns golden rays
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The Woodsman
Friday, June 6, 2008, 07:46 AM [General]
Saw a picture on James site called Knotling-watercolor, it's probably not what he had in mind but this is what I saw.Out to the woods into the quiet and stillwhere streams snake through valleys and all kind of hill.So deep and so far even forest beast lost there wayat the last place sky decides to give night over to day.Nothings been touched since given its placenothings been added and nothing erased.Finding a patch left neglected and bareI made it my rest and began my long stare.Under natures hypnotic trance my spirit was soothedI surrendered my self to never again move.My form stole day and replaced it with nightthe shade I had made blocked life-giving light.To my back was the child of a mighty oak treeforced to mature so it also could see.Accepting my presence I was held in the trees hugin bark I stayed safe from the winds galling tug.Time lost its count it's meaning and gripstill I still was observing eternities slip.Shared is one body of wood and green leavesshelters a content soul at peace and at ease.
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