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………

Inner Enemy!

His  beautiful  calm  face  belies  his  fear

The  evil of his  of his  soul  grows ever near!

He  strives  to  fight  him  to  slay him forever

But  it is  a foe  that  defeats all his  endeavor.

 

Brave  he is   but  all his  attempts  to  remove  the  evil

Are  defeated, he rages  he  shouts  but  to  no  avail.

Sadly  he  thinks  of  those  he loves, those  he  must leave

Those  he  does  not  want  to hurt, for them  and himself  he will grieve.

 

The  evil  approaches him it is  drawing  near

He  must  go  leave  those he loves , those  he holds dear.

He  will slay his beast  he  will be victor

He  will return healed  to live in peace  evermore.

 

Winter’s last full Moon a Nonnette

You stand  here  in the silver moon light

You feel the magic of  time old

Washed in the tides ancient pull

Dancing freely in  night

Feeling free not cold

Sparkling not dull

You are  the

Full moon

Child.

 

This  is another poem  for “fullmoonsocial

 

Dedicated  to  my  eldest  son.

Sir Gawain part 3

On the morning of the fourth day Sir Gawain left the castle gate

The lady of the castle waved him off biding him farewell.

Brave Gawain did not know if he would greet another morn but on he went to meet his fate.

The sun shone off the snow and all hushed and still , with God help he prayed all would go well!

 

After a long days ride  Sir Gawain  saw a little chapel come into view.

His spirits were low  but he knew he had honour and truth on his side.

As the sun set he dismounted his steed , he knew what he had to do.

So he left his sword and shield by the chapel door and walked towards the alter , there was nowhere to hide.

 

There stood the Green Knight  waiting in the gloom,he asked sir Gawain was he ready to meet his doom.

Gawain advanced toward the Green Knight, and went down on bended knee and removed his helmet

Offering his neck he waited for the blow, he hoped he could be brave enough, he feared that he might swoon.

The Green Knight raised the axe and as he brought it down she saw Sir Gawain flinch before his neck the blade met.

The Green Knight asked Sir Gawain if he was afraid, he then made fun of him calling him a maid.

Gawain then told the Green knight to get on with things and take his blow.

Then Knight then swung again and this time missed his mark. At this Sir Gawain, no longer afraid

Demanded  that the Green Knight tarry no more . He shouted ” take your blow sir and let my blood flow!!”

 

So taking aim the Green Knight took a swing   and came down hard and fast, but just barely glanced our brave Knight’s neck.

Sir Gawain could not understand  how he was only grazed, he asked the Green Knight why he was still alive.

The Green Knight started laughing and suddenly he changed by magic fair or foul he had become Lord Betilak.

What is this wandered our brave hero, why was he here awake and alive.

 

The two knights left the chapel and to a near by lake, did walk

The Green Knight told Gawain it had all been just a test.

Devised by the old lady who had been at their first meeting , who had smiled at him but did not talk.

She was the witch Morgan Le Fay she had decided they would test Arthur’s  Knights to see if any she could best!

 

Gawain was angry perhaps it was his pride

The Green Knight  told him that his wife had been in on the  trial

But Sir Gawain  had resisted her however hard she’d tried.

You are an honourable  knight sir I beg you lets part as friends said the Green knight with a smile..

 

So back to Arthur’s court a weary Gawain rode

He had many a tale to tell of the people he had met

On his journeying and those he had helped along the road.

Arthur was interested in Sir Gawain’s tale he was not surprised at his sisters’ part in the whole affair.

 

So now it is another Christmas tide for Arthur and his knights

Let us leave them for a while to their feasting and their fights!

 

 

 

The next Christmas , epiloge to the conversation.

the empty place

The table is set and ready. My, it all looks great. All would of been so happy if not for the fickle finger of fate.

Last year was a wash out, last year was a loss. Last year Mum died so there was no point trying last year we just cried.

This year is different this year we celebrate. We have not forgotten you Mum we have set you a place you even have a plate.

We have used your favourite colours and  made it look bright and clean. We have done it right this year Mum it is as you always wanted it, a perfect dream.

Dressed the tree

I dressed the tree love, I did it right . I used the new decs. Now it is all silver and white. I did as you always did on Christmas Eve it took me nearly all night.

I did it for the kids, I did it for you and I have to say I did it for me too. You always made it perfect you always made it magic your loss to us is really just so tragic.

OH! I nearly forgot to tell you the cat is still going great guns, still using up her lives. It is a shame though she used yours up too, my beloved wife.

Your beloved cat

We love you Mum and we miss you very much but we will be happy this Christmas for our lives you still touch.

I miss you so my darling I still love you very much. I promise I will make the family happy this Christmas so please help me with your magic touch.

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