Tale of the fisher king

A knight king did in battle fall,  brutal was his wound

His groin was gashed wide and cut deep no matter how  bound

His blood could not be stemmed. No cure could be found.

Many came with balms and cures , potions charms and spells

Yet for all the ministering’s  of, knights, magicians and nurse

No one could cure the brave king or relieve  him of this curse.

The as I have said the wound was in the king’s groin

So this made him impotent no life sprung from his loins.

His lands suffered as he did and soon all he owned lay dying and barren.

So as the king suffered as did his lands and people fade

A greyness and a failing of all crops, like the wound the sword had made.

So in this dark land, inside his castle named Corbin laid this king a keeper of the Holy  Grail.

So why the title Fisher King , why this name it is a strange thing.

The king so wounded in vital parts would spend his days fishing

I do know know my friends, he maybe spent his time  a’wishing

To be healed and to restore his lands to prosperity.

And so the Fisher King spent his days fishing in the river by his Castle

While his daughter guarded the Holy Grail in a lonely tower

He catches the fish to to feed the Grail’s power.

The tower where the grail is kept is full of special powers

False hearts, if detected, the chamber will be filled with arrows

Or boiling oil the false at heart to foil, while the keeper will be unharmed.

So now dear reader you know the plight of the Fisher King

How his fishes for the food of life and prays for a cure to heal him.

His daughter spends her days, and her nights too keeping the Grail safe from the clutches of sin.

Finally Sir Lancelot , following in Sir Percival’s trail,

Arrives in hopes to help the Fisher King , where Percival had failed.

Lancelot arrives by sea and crosses the guarded Bridge.

Did I tell you , the seaward bridge to the castle was guarded by Lions

Fierce and dangerous are they, and many knights they have repelled

Lancelot had been searching years to find the Holy Grail he will fight the Lions and he will prevail.

Brave Sir Lancelot who rode with God and right on his side

Came, challenged and defeated the Lions where lesser knights had failed.

He Entered the castle and survived the tower and claimed the Holy Grail.

Then to the Fisher King he went and with God, and cured his wounds so sore

As if by a magic brush the kings  lands were fruitfully as they were before.

There is more to this tale , but dear friends, for now I can tell no more.

This is another old poem of mine  from 2013 , if  you are interested in the legends surrounding King Arthur and his knights I have a collection of poems on the  subject here .

 

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A Moment In The Wasteland

What made her smile what made her day .

What did she see where there was  only waste and dismay.

This Queen of refugees

What took her mind and made her pleased.

A friend, a lover that she had thought she’d lost?

A child even, wars demand such a high cost.

Something in this veil of tears

Relieved her pain and soothed her fears .

From the depths of deep despair

She found something, someone for whom she cared.

A sudden joy crossed her face

A smile exploded spreading a fall out of pure grace .

What did she see what was her gift from God

That lit up this wasteland where starving refugees trod.

That is something we shall never know

 I thank God that she had that moments glow.

Such regal beauty in her face ,

May she fair well in God’s good grace.

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 16/19 Yawn

Well ten minutes ago I had a brilliant idea for #SoCs. Then I got distracted by some some beautiful posts in my reader and here I am clueless as to what this world changing post was about!pro

Well it most definitely was something to do with a yawn. How do I remember that. Easy because this week Linda G.Hill said : ” Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “yawn.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “yawn,” when you sit down to write your post. Enjoy!”

Now our Ruby yawns a lot, she yawns if she feels someone or something is invading her space, or if she is confused or bored and of course she yawns if she is tired.

Us humans yawn when tired, stressed or lacking oxygen. have you ever yawned and felt your jaw lock… oh my that can be so painful! Also if one person in a room yawns it is very  catching and everyone in  the room yawns. Now as you can see I am rambling on here and it is no doubt very boring. Very much unlike the wonderful post I was going to write had it escaped my brain and vanished into the either never to be seen again.

To save further embarrassment I have  added s to Yawn and  written an Acrostic Tanka.

Yawn

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Yes we have to yawn

All of us as soon as born

Will know how to yawn

No one is exempt no one

So cover your mouth and yawn.

#Sillysaturday Mrs Moss and Lichen

Another fantastic story and  picture  from Silly Saturdays Aka Judy and Sandra.

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The Day after Valentine’s.

It’s the day after Valentine’s and all is fine

The chocolates are eaten and they’ve drank the wine.

The house is quiet there is no one in

Unlike yesterday’s unholy din.

The love had lasted an hour or two

Then the wine got them talking truths as you do

Tempers got fraught and they came to blows

He broke the plates and she cut up his clothes.

She stormed out and he locked the door.

She drove the car through the window to settle the score.

The lawn is in a real mess

Covered in tyre marks and signs of distress.

The bricky and glazer are rubbing their hands

There’s plenty of work for them which is just grand.

This evening he will be home bearing flowers

There might just be peace for a couple of hours.

Both images from Pixabay

Vlad’s Valentine

Vampire is that mess for me

I have a sweet tooth you see

Dear lady, this sweet is for you

Make in Eton, with love true.

Vampire what can I say

A treat for me on Valentine’s Day.

Yes my dear, but it comes with strings.

If you eat it you will grow fangs and wings.

Vampire I think I can live with that

I’ll even consort with your black cat.

Then my lady let’s away

We make spooky love come on lets play.

Thursday photo prompt: New #writephoto

Standing in the golden glow of dawn they felt the true meaning of “A New Day” . They could see for miles from here, sadly there was nothing much left to see.

It looks just like the books showed it to be but not as colourful. The light though, they had never seen anything like it, nor had they felt this warmth upon their faces. They were glad of their eye protectors.

Those who had last walked free up here had been dead at least fifty years now. These two, Adam and Eve, were the first two chosen to walk the earth since the nuclear holocaust had excelorated the climate change. Making planet Earth inhabitable.

They had been tasked with the job of reconnaissence to find out if it was finally safe to emerge from underground. The first couple to walk the earth for two hundred years.

They sampled the water and tested it, they took geiger counter readings, and samples of the as many plants the could find. The amount of insects amazed them, there were so many.

They spent a week working. The night before their return they were so excited about being the bearers of good news. It was, at last safe for the masses to return above ground.

The next day they started the long journey home, they were looking forward to some fresh grown food and a rest from the light and the weather.

They were greeted by the elders and passed on their findings.

Eve unwittingly also passed on an invisible virus.

The virus was virulent it wiped out every single survivor within a month. Millions died no one survived, it started inocently with a sneeze. Soon all of the animals died too. The crops wasted and withered, only the insects survived.

#writephoto

This is part of Sue Vincent‘s #writephoto

Five Steps to Recovery.

In the last 20 years I have broken my back twice. Where does Five come into this equation, I hear you ask. Well, I am going to share with you Five steps to recovery after a broken back.

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Step 1: Positivity. After more than a month in hospital and two of the three operations I needed, I went home. I had to be brave because I had to learn to walk again. That was not easy. Physiotherapy is very important and you need to make yourself do all the exercises you are given. I really needed to push myself to walk at first. I counted lampposts and felt very proud if I could reach two and then turn round and get home.

Step 2: Friends. I discovered who my real friends were. Many dropped me like a stone because I was too hard to deal with. The good part about this was I learnt who my real friends are. The ones who stay around are my diamonds in the dust.

Step 3: Certainty. There will be a lot of fears and pain to contend with. Find something to occupy your mind. That’s how I found blogging. I was seeing a pain psychologist and she suggested I try writing my thoughts down. That is how my blog was born. I can honestly say blogging saved my sanity. I have met so many wonderful people here in the bloggysphere.

Step 4: Medication. This is tricky. You need to find the fine line between the pills helping you and forming a dependency. I got hooked on Tramadol and Gabapentin, both highly addictive. I had to endure 5 years of withdrawal. That’s another story. But with determination and the help of my hubby and my blogily friends I am now pain killer free. I am not pain free but I am off those pills that dragged me down.

Step 5: Perseverance. I can honestly say that if you believe in yourself and are determined you can come back from anything. I wasn’t always sure I would make it but I never gave up. So what I want to say to you is never give up and never give in 💜

Meet The Judges – Janice Wald @MrsPaznanski

An introduction to our second Judge.

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