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 .

 

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

image from pixabay

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.

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.

Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 123 #SynonymsOnly

This is my entry for Colleen Chesebro‘s Tuesday Tanka Challenge. The two prompts are words to use synonously are Meaning and Passion.

This week I have chosen the simple Tanka, I love the Tanka.

True desire for life

It consumes like a fire

Urging the senses

To devour and embrace

Lust for the definition.

RonovanWrites Weekly #Haiku Poetry Prompt #Challenge #240 Do&Say .

Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge Image 2016

This is my entry for Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Haiku Challenge.

Do what you need to

Say what you know to be true.

Break the Devil’s spell.

Do the song birds know

Which way the river will flow

Would they ever say

Both sides of Valentine’s Day.

This post is to Celebrate SIPB Birthday Week and Valentine’s Day at Esme’s Salon

Two Valentine Poems from different ends of the spectrum. The first one I wrote in 2013 the second I wrote in 2017.

Valentine’s Day.

Beautiful Roses their message plain,

They were oh! so lovely when they came.

Chocolates and champagne too

A handsome way to say “I love you”

Sadly handsome is as handsome does

And no one wants to make a fuss.

But the message seems to fade away

As tempers rise and peace forgets to stay.

The chocolates fly across the room and hit the wall,

The vase smashed, the flowers scattered as they fall.

No good to offer soothing words

The shoutings all that’s heard.

The neighbours turn a deaf ear , “That poor woman must live in fear” .

Only half the tale is known

The neighbours have no idea of what’s happening in this home.

Things get worse she grabs a knife

She’ll put an end to all this strife.

She cuts him once she cuts him twice …

“You need to learn to be be more nice”

She whispers with a smile.

He stands there shaking and bleeding all the while.

The police have been called more than once

But she always manages to repel their response.

The truth is, they would not believe

This poor sweet woman is not the one aggrieved.

She carries no marks or bruises None at all for she is the one who abuses.

Her husband is a patient man Who tries to please his wife the best he can .

But she cannot be appeased Nothing he can do makes her pleased.

She swears she loves him she swears it will change

But week after week it is the same.

He will do or say something wrong

And her patience will be gone.

He has tried to leave her tried to go

But she begs and weeps and carries on.

She promised she would get help.

He cannot see any way out

He cowers in the corner as she shouts.

The knife is lying on the floor within his reach ………

Then comes the usual banging at the door.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜🌹🌹

Acrostic: Be my Valentine

Breathtakingly needing

Eros’s arrow pricks

💜💜💜💜

Mixing love potions at this time

You must, you must be mine.

💜💜💜💜

Value added roses and chocolates

All add up to to special dates.

Love encounters special things

Enchanted, petals hearts and fairy rings.

Never knowingly under sold

Treats and treasures gently unfold.

Intimate touches and arousing kisses

Naked passion erupts exploding wishes

Ending orgasmic joy.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

I do hope everyone had a happy Valentine’s Day. 💜💜

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Healer Willow Twirls

I wrote  this  little  ditty back in  2013. I was in a  bad place  ….it’s  so strange looking  back on  your  early  work. It obvious I  did not like myself very much  then.

Healer willow Twirls

 Whitewalls roll and swirl as willow heals

Will she ever escape from how it is, that others feel.

Lashes, slashes and wheals she hides them all from view

The stairwell whore  throws out swill she knows what to do.

Whitewalls  roll and swirl as willow heals

In the stairwell  the whore swills away her skills.

Wishing things better, never, never makes things so

willow is a healer, but she cannot heal willow

Whitewalls  roll and swirl as willow heals

Ills twirl  and swirl and woes beset the healer

Weeping  softly in the stairwell no one cares how the whore  feels

Sills  and trills the drowning healer willow the whore of the stairwell.

The Storm

Don’t worry the child whispered to the tree.

I shall keep you safe , you’ll not be harmed if you stay with me.

The lightening flashed and the rain fell. Out to sea ships were tossed on the foamy swell.

It was such a dark and starless night the child could see that the tree was suffering from fright.

All around the the winds were shaking up the hills and whipping up the lakes and streams so that they were over flowing their banks and having little spills.

Thunder crashed and lightening lit the skies the child hugged tight the tree and closed her eyes.

Please dear friend, tree, she was heard to say. I shall not let go of you until this ghastly night is through, and this storm is gone away.

Of a sudden the tree was struck by lightening flash, it buckled and bowed and then to the ground it crashed. Sadly flattening beneath it’s weight the tiny child who lovingly had promised to keep it safe.

Darling , darling tree fear not fear not I am still with thee………

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