Blood-crows – Wordleing – December 8, 2015

Blood-crows hover o’er the land,
Tracking down empty men’s apathy
‘Til thrown one dreaded night, was
A gauntlet through a tiny aperture.
“Reach out reach out for life’s vein
And hammer in these coffin nails”
Came a ghostly marauder’s refrain.
“Men still sip stale Empyreal belief –
So we raise fanatics for their graves,
Let’s hang them then with a ladies corset
Pulled up by archaic whalebone stays.”
Was it a marauder or a pious holy man?
No matter, another field of death was sown,
Hear now – yet another blood-crow caws.

 

1.Vein 2. Track 3. Throw 4. Fanatic 5. Blood-crow (a person who scavenges battlefields for treasure) 6. Nails 7. Reach 8. Aperture (an opening, as a hole, slit, crack, gap, etc.) 9. Apathy 10. Dread 11. Whalebone (an elastic, horny substance growing in place of teeth in the upper jaw of certain whales, and forming a series of thin, parallel plates on each side of the palate; baleen. a thin strip of this substance, for stiffening a corset.) 12. Empyreal (pertaining to the sky; celestial: empyreal blue, pertaining to the highest heaven in the cosmology of the ancients. Formed of pure fire or light: empyreal radiance.)

Wordle #88 “December 7, 2015”

Wordeling Haiku and Waka – December 3, 2015

coloured reflections
first light
reflecting on the river
naked trees
wings of a bird
the stalking and stalked
mayflies
in the foggy morn
wanting clarity – the hawk
swoops from the clouds
little creatures
all the world revealed
within this valley
© G.s.k. ‘15

 

Rosamunda and The Wayward Light – Fantasy – November 23, 2015

 

 

hill side villa

Through the foggy mist … a light filtered from a certain cavern near mountain pass.  The cave was not far from a cliff.  If one was not careful one might fall into the murky abyss being lost forever, even if perhaps not dead.  And nearby there was a village, which few had ever seen.

Many had travelled from far and wide to unravel the secret hidden with-in the cave.  Some said the light was holy, other’s demonic.  There were those who were sure that is was just a natural phenomenon – like the ebb and flow of the tides … but is that really natural or isn’t it a sort of magic. However, the point is, though many had gone forth to unravel the mystery, none had returned with the solution, and eventually it fell out of the memory of humanity.

Our heroine, who didn’t know as yet that she was to be a heroine, had been gathering berries in the woods when the fog suddenly came up.  This wasn’t new to her as she had found herself in the fog innumerous times before…

But now, let me tell you something about her before we go on with our tale.  The village was in a far northern land ruled in peace by women.  The whole country had once been ruled by women until a dark force had come up, invading the land from the south.  Now many of the towns and villages and most of all the capitol had become the dominion of men and their dark passions.

Granny was the village wise woman and she, Rosamunda her apprentice. She’d been chosen the day she was born, because she had a tiny red birthmark on her bum – usually these birthmarks are strawberry shaped but hers was different, it was shaped like a star.

The mid-wife when she saw the star sent word immediately to Granny, who ran to the cottage where Goody Morghan lived and had given birth to the babe.

“Let me see! Are you sure it’s the star?” whispered avidly Granny.  She’d been waiting a very long time for this sign and had begun to doubt she’d live to see the day of this special child’s birth.

“Aye, Granny … and you did well to come right away, it’s already beginning to fade already.”

Granny took the baby in her arms and then flipped her to see the birthmark.  The midwife was right of course … the star was fading, which was also a sign, in these dark times, the Great Mother protected her chosen ones.  She gently gave the child back to her mother, who began to nurse her.

“Her name will be Rosamunda and she will come to live with me when she is weaned.” said Granny.

Goody Morghan smiled down at her daughter who seemed to be in ecstasy.

“Rosamunda it is dearest Granny! Of course you will come often to see how she fares?”

“If it doesn’t cause problems, yes.”

And so it was that Rosamunda grew and thrived, and when she was three years old she left her mother’s house to live and learn with Granny, whom she considered to be her own grandmother. She was quick to learn the names of all the beasts of the woods and their languages, all the names of herbs and their properties and best of all the song that tames the dark passions that live inside men.

Now, many years later, Rosamunda walked through the woods in a fog that had suddenly come up without warning.  It was her birthday and she’d been gathering berries for her feast meal which she and granny and her mother had been preparing for days.  This birthday was a special birthday.  She would be eighteenth and therefore a woman in every respects.  Her own true love would be found and she would have a home of her own … and perhaps a daughter one day to carry on her line.

She saw the light filter through the woods and stopped surprised.  Of course she knew where she was but had never seen the mysterious light of which the men talked as they sat around the fires in the summer evenings. She’d just thought they were fireside tales or men’s tales, she’d never thought to one day see that light herself.  She also knew that this was a particularly dangerous part of the woods when the fog was up.

A blackbird began to sing: “Rosamunda, fair and brave, wise woman of the red star, gather together these juniper berries from my tree and put one in your mouth and the rest of them put in your pouch.  Thus you will be safe from the noxious odours of the wayward light.”

And so, Rosamunda gathered the berries and put one in her mouth and the others in her pouch and walked onward.

A roe came walking calmly towards her and said: “Rosamunda, dearest of friends to the woods and beasts, cut a staff from this old oak under which we stand.  It will protect you from the illusions of the wayward light.”

And so, Rosamunda cut a branch from the old oak tree and fashioned for herself a staff and walked onward.

A large brindled cat jumped from a large stone beside the trail and said: “Rosamunda sweetest of maids, I am Brynhildr, your familiar and ally.  We will walk together and face the darkness of the wayward light.”

They followed the light up to the cavern where it flickered invitingly.

“Dearest Brynhildr, how can this be darkness? Look how warmly it glows!”

“This is an enchantment brought from the south.  It seems fair but indeed it brings only death and heartache.  It was a light like this that toppled the last Good Queen from her throne and threw our beloved land into the passionate love of war.”

Then they became aware that just before the mouth of the cave a young man was lying near death.  Rosamunda found him very handsome in his green cambric shirt and tights and felt the warmth of love run through her.  A bow abandoned by his side meant that he must be a hunter.  His eyes stared into nothingness.

“Oh, Brynhildr, what is wrong with him?”

The cat went over to him and smelled him, butted him with her paw, then turned to Rosamunda and said: “He has been poisoned by the odour of the wayward light.  Only one thing can save him … juniper berries.”

So, Rosamunda grabbed two berries from her pouch and crushing them put them into his mouth.

With a gasp, he sat up and his eyes focused on Rosamunda and thus fell instantly in love with her.

“Oh, loveliest of maids … you’ve brought the forest into my soul once again when I thought I would no longer walk upon this earth.  My name is Adelhelm.  What is your name that I may thank you and ask you to be my own true love?”

Brynhildr meowed restlessly … and then said to Rosamunda, “There is no time for courting! Now is the time to end this evil in our woods! Have the man fashion a bow from this ash tree and you fashion three arrows.”

And so Adelhelm cut a branch from the ash tree and made a strong long bow  and with the strongest twigs Rosamunda fashioned three arrows.

“Now crush some of the juniper berries and rub their juice onto the arrow heads and along the shafts of the arrows.”

After Rosamunda had done this the cat said:  “Now, place two new berries in both of your mouths.  Do not talk nor answer any questions you may hear nor look directly at the wayward light for if you do you will be overcome by the darkness even though you walk with the staff!  Enter before the archer with your oaken staff before you, it will help shield you both.  Now tell him all that I’ve said and tell him to tend his bow ready to shoot whatever — no matter what it seems to be — that comes towards you with these arrows. Mind, anything at all!”

So after explaining everything to Adelhelm and placing the new berries into their mouths she rose her staff and began to walk into the cave.  Adelhelm followed, his bow tended.  A soft sweet voice asked who they were and they remained silent … then a roar like a lion shook the cave and demanded them to identify themselves but they ignored the request, though their hearts were now pounding with fear.

The light flared and began to come towards them.  Inside the light was the image of an old man in white robes carrying a platter of fruit.

“Come, my dear guests, let us feast this new day of prosperity!  I offer you wealth and fulfillment, only eat of my fruit of plenty.”

Adelhelm shot his first arrow into the vision which instantly disappeared with a rumble.

Then inside the light came the vision of a beautiful woman.   She too was dressed in faultless white and she held in her arms a golden pitcher filled to the brim.

“Today is the day of redemption … drink from my pitcher of wine which will give you hope. security and happiness. Just drink of my wine and noble truth will fill your souls!”

Adelhelm shot his second arrow into the vision after a moment of hesitation. This vision too dissolved into nothingness.

Then a third vision appeared.  Before them stood a mighty Warrior King dressed in golden armour, a great flaming sword in his hand and he began to loudly remonstrate them saying:

“Who are you to attack my envoys who have come offering prosperity and hope! Know now, that  I am the Truth and The Way … I am the Defender of all that’s holy and the Propagator of Wealth and Happiness … I am the Light and the Mighty Leader of all men!”

Adelhelm lowered his bow, enchanted by the powerful image.  Rosamunda stood with her oaken staff before her hesitating as she saw Adelhelm waver. Brynhildr realizing the peril her charge was in, she began loudly to caterwaul which shook the cavern to its roots, attracting the vision which raised its sword to strike the cat when suddenly Rosamunda began to sing the song that calms the passions of men.  Adelhelm in surprise shook himself then, lifted his bow and sent off his third arrow which planted itself into the great warriors heart saving Brynhildr and dissipating the vision of the Warrior King.

Before them bloomed the horrors of the vision of war, a mountain of skulls,  bloody bodies laying in row upon infinite row, motherless children being beheaded and women being raped, burning cities and towns and the marching of endless files of soldiers singing battle hymns, carrying numerous flags and robbing anything on which they could put their hands.  The howling was terrible and the stench of decay would have killed it was so terrible and a huge cloud of flies and crows filled the sky.

Then the vision disappeared and the smell too leaving a burnt out candle, no larger than a seed.

Brynhildr said to Rosamunda: “Now, crush the last of the juniper berries and pour them over the seed that it might never become fecundated in this land.”

Rosamunda, Adelhelm and Brynhildr returned to the village and told all to Granny, who wrote the tale into the book of knowledge.  A great feast was held for Rosamunda’s coming of age.  Soon afterwards Rosamunda and Adelhelm celebrated their allegiance.  Rosamunda one day became the wise woman of the village and had three lovely daughters, but without the sacred star upon them (that child would be born elsewhere and is another story)  and what of Brynhildr, well Brynhildr lived for many many more years advising her ally and had many kittens of her own – three of which attached themselves to Rosamunda’s daughters.

The village still exists, you may have passed nearby it, without knowing this because it is hidden from the world of darkness and war, awaiting a time when humanity will tire of the wayward light of war and will seek peace.

© G.s.k. ‘15

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The Sunday Whirl

The Blackbird Under the Jujube – Wordle – November 21, 2015

Jujube Tree after the snowstorm

                             that snowy afternoon

whistling under the jujube tree
moving cautiously
following rhythms of an ancient lay
the blackbird pierced the fog
with its jolly song,
with a pantomime of indifference
there in the whirling snow storm …

elsewhere

barbaric drum beats echoed
inside a smoke-filled tavern
there bawds and bullies laughed and played
in a charade of carefree joy
in rhythmic discordance …
they never heard the blackbird’s song
under the jujube tree.

© G.s.k. ‘15

 

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blackbird, afternoon, whistling, barbaric, pierced, pantomime, bawds. whirled, moving, tree, snowing, rhythms

 

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Photo originally found at. Trees That Please Nursery

A Sea Dirge – Lento – Shadorma Wordle – November 6, 2015

water submersible maiden –
daughter of kelp, wakame and nori
mater of ungainly migrations caused by a
seawater plexus of nickels and dimes – muore.

moan you who’ve mutilated the sea she said
atone for your destructive ways, make haste,
groan for the phases change nonchalantly
dethroned you will inevitably for this waste.

in the sea
where life once began
like off-brown
melanin
lentamente poisons form
a lifeless desert

© G.s.k. ‘15

Written for Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie: Wordle and B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond

A Lento consists of two quatrains with a fixed rhyme scheme of
abcb, defe;

All the FIRST words of each verse should rhyme.

1.Water 2. Submersible 3. Kelp 4. Migration 5. Plexus (a network, as of nerves or blood vessels. any complex structure containing an intricate network of parts: the plexus of international relations.) 6. Ungainly 7. Nonchalant 8. Mutilate 9. Nickel 10. Melanin (any of a class of insoluble pigments, found in all forms of animal life,that account for the dark color of skin, hair, fur, scales, feathers, etc. I for one have very little and therefore cannot tan despite sun exposure.)11. Phase

12. The last word I want you to invent (give a definition in the beginning). If you are fluent in a language other than English you can alternatively teach us a special word in that language. These words will be gathered up for future use ,-).  My word is lentamente and it means slowly in Italian. (Muore means dies – nori is an alga)

OctPoWriMo Day 22 – Trinet Wordleling – October 22, 2015

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Hummingbird moth
[Nexus nunchi]
Lissome avian – from flower to flower –
Gamboled with bonhomie – puncturing-sucking nectar …
Clay pottery
Holding plants
Suddenly shattered

Predatory bird
Swooping down
Had attacked the moth’s tenable position
Which flew laterally in a vacuum
Of safety
Avoiding neatly
Getting et

© G.s.k. ‘15

This is a scheduled post, since today I’m in Padua for my son’s graduation. Thanks for reading this post.  Georgia (Bastet)

1.Tenable (capable of being held, maintained, or defended, as against attack or dispute) 2. Lateral 3. Avian 4. Lissome (supple, flexible) 5. Nunchi (the subtle art of listening which allows you to gauge other people’s mood and respond appropriately.) 6. Gambol (to skip about, frolic) 7. Puncture 8. Nexus 9. Pottery 10. Trachea 11. Vacuum 12. Bonhomie (frank and simple good-heartedness; a good-natured manner;friendliness; geniality.)

 

Mindlovemisery’s Monday Wordle – Mindlovemisery’s Photo Challenge# 82, October 13, 2015 and B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond – Trinet

Sunday Whirl in Haiku – October 18, 2015

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[black scorpions]
dance their death dance on the path
with dark energy

baby’s breathe
runs along the side-walk fence
breathless view

food for thought
deep in her energy walk
metamorphosis

practice with sticks
wooden weapons clash loudly
Kendo practice

transforming the trees
the first snows fall in the hills
chilling the valley

© G.s.k. ’15

imageWordle 221 Oct 17 by brenda warren

The Shell – Free Verse – October 18, 2015

George Tooker, self-portrait

The Shell

needing comfort one crisp autumn morn
my daughter and I went out sailing
and beneath our rocking wooden boat
we saw a glass-like sea-shell shining.

[upon a stone halfway to the abyss
smooth without seams it called to us –
in wet suits and snorkels we descended
– breathing in deep the salt crisp air]

floundering, nearly drowning to reach the rock
which had seemed to be well within reach
without pretty words I called off the search –
but then gifted her a  George Tooker print.

© G.s.k. ’15

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I’m using the words from “Sunday’s Whirligig”  which came from “Nightingale” by Tony Morris: daughter, rocking, words, wooden, needing, beneath, halfway, slapping, glass, seams, breathing, crisp

Katydid and Lychee – Wordleing – October 12, 2015

Katydid and Lychee

It was written in the stars
the Laotong between
Katydid and Lychee.
Odd melancholic thoughts
would make both vacillate and cry,
and they shared their nocturnal flights,
crossing the ravine of continents,
assisted by their bond.
Bound by their placenta,
(given to them by a white witch
the day that they were born
enclosed in a golden amulet)
they were as close as the sea and sky,
although one girl still lived in Hunan
and the other in Japan.
Just a twitch on their keepsake
and one linked the other,
creating a communication
far better than our anemic words.

© G.s.k. ‘15

1.Katydid 2. Placenta 3. Melancholy 4. Nocturnal 5. Vacillate (to waver in mind or opinion; be indecisive or irresolute: to sway unsteadily; waver; totter; stagger.) 6. Laotong (in English: old sames; written: 老同 in Mandarin is a type of relationship within Chinese culture, which was practiced in Hunan, that bonded two girls together for eternity as kindred sisters.) 7. Written 8. Twitch 9. Ravine 10. Lychee (a Chinese fruit, can also refer to the tree looks like so http://sociallizard.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/Lychee.jpg) 11. Assist 12. Anemic

Written for: Mindlovemisery’s Monday Wordle

OctPoWriMo Day 12 – Wordling – October 12, 2015

Brynn

City Life

With all her courage
she faced the traffic
running the risk
that she might get hit –
buses and cars
thrumming and rumbling
passed ’round her –
but minute and fierce
she dodged them all
’cause she’d learnt her letters
about cars and traffic
from her mother’s pride.
Ah, how the urge was on her
to get back home
she knew he was waiting
and she was chilled to the bone …
scratching at the door
mewing piteously
she pulled at the link
she’d formed to his heart …
he opened the door
petted and hugged her
then lovingly poured her
a bowl of warm milk.

© G.s.k. ‘15

October 12. 2015

October 12. 2015

Inspired by Brynn and  The Sunday Whirl Wordle

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