Transform
Swirling energies
Lunacy
Crossing lines
Frantically
Chasing tails
Apparently
Silver bullets
Nightmare free?
Epic Mythology
Locke
Locke rested on the balcony and watched the stars
Remembering acquaintances from afar
A gentle smile fell across her face
As her thoughts took her to a special place
The Waterfall of Hidden Dreams
Where not everything is as it seems
She met her husband many years ago
As they embraced on the Lover’s Stone
They wed bathed in the Full Moon Light
On the most enchanted Summer’s night
The moonflies buzzed in harmonious tune
And the night passed by all too soon
She was given the gift to control time
Through the Paniom, Shade and Felteryme
But within a year her beloved was gone
Leaving her with baby girl and unborn son
The Birds (Watercolour)
Completely made up, of course for #WorldWatercolorMonth!
Epic Mythology
Serpent
The serpent Hor swam the River Florn
To find the Shadow King Pol’tnorn
Elderwoods is a dreary place
Where its dwellers hide without a trace
Hor searched and swam, swam and searched
Through stagnant water, and lifeless earth
The sun was up, high and bright
He’d have more luck if he searched at night
He turned back to the water and gently slithered
Into the depths of the murky river
Back to the P’tor caves he would go
To return in better light, or so
From the banks the king looked on
Still in the shadows until Hor was gone
Confused he was as to why Hor would come
And reveal himself in the afternoon sun
What Now?
So there I was, eating me cornflakes enjoying a lovely cool breeze, and I allowed my mind to wander. Dangerous stuff that, when eating your cornflakes.
I munched and crunched, and with each bite I could hear footsteps across a gravelled courtyard. “Halt!” A voice shouted as I swallowed. I took another mouthful, and heard the footsteps start once again.
“HALT I SAID!” bellowed the voice. I started to wonder if the voice was telling me to halt eating, or the imaginary footsteps, whoever they belonged to, to stop marching.
I brought myself back to my senses, and continued eating anyway. Through the open window, I could hear the gaggle of geese fly away into the distance, honking and chattering as they did so.
Maybe Goose Leader wanted some of my cornflakes and was commanding his gaggle to stop and try and get some. Its funny, isn’t it, the things you hear when you aren’t truly listening?
