Loveuary:Day 10.Never Ending Love

The  lovely  and  talented Ritu  of butIsmileanyway.com has set us all off on Loveuary. I for one am excited with the task. What is love? We shall find out as the month goes on.

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Today  Day  10. I have  chosen  the  prompt Never Ending  Love. Love  often  transcends death . In  this  poem that I  wrote in  2015  I am  touching on  Never  Ending  Love  as  in real (  well fantasy real ) life  after  death.  A  little  bit of  Fun  and  Fantasy! and  beautiful Vampires.

The Man In  my dream

In  that  second  I  surrendered  my  soul

Gave it up totally,untouched  pure  and whole.

My senses  went  haywire, I was at  sea

His  beauty  touched  every  inch of me.

 

Unable to move  I  grew roots, I had  to stay

My  eyes I  could  not  tear  away .

Nor  did  I  care  to, desire  was  all I  felt

My blood  rushing to my  heart  full pelt.

 

The  stars  moved  across  the  skies

I saw  the sun set  and  the moon rise.

Reaching  out  I touched his perfect  skin

I stole  a kiss, I  was lost  now in  sin.

 

He opened his eyes as I  kissed  his lips

He smiled  as I  caressed him with my  fingertips.

His Raven screamed  at  me  then took to  angry flight

He took me  to him  and held  me and  we decended into the night.

 

The  sun found  me  cold  and  wet

All life  extinguished  an empty shell.

I looked  down at  my corpse  with no  regret

Though dead  I  am  so alive under  his  spell.

 

Forever  means  forever  when a vampire  you love

Yet I  am happy and  my  spirit flies  like  a black dove!

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Love Is In Da Blog: Teaser Tuesday

Well today is Tuesday and Bee at Just Fooling Around With Bee said:Taken from A Daily Rhythm)

As for today’s topic for #LoIsInDaBl:

A teaser from a classic love story (with or without broken hearts)

Let’s go sophisticated and remember what we were told to read in school. Or if you are a lover of classic literature then by all means share what you are reading now. Of course, you do not need to follow this prompt nor the Teaser Tuesday meme. Just write, draw, photograph, sing, dance, paint, crochet….. you get the gist …. about LOVE!

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Tuesday for me is  always  very  very  hard!  Teaser  Tuesday should  be  renamed  Tuesday  Torment  for me!

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I am sorry  I  did  not  warm to  the Brontes, Charlotte, Emily  or Anne

I managed  to  side  step  them at  school and  to  be honest  I  still  am.

Poor Elizabeth Gaskell   I also  gave  her  the  swerve

She  wrote  some  famous books  so I  know I  have  some  nerve!

Shakespeare sent  me to  sleep  though I agree his plots were good

His  sonnets  sometimes  took  my  eye though  not  as much  as  they  should!

Now give me Hans Anderson  and  his  fairy tales and  the  Brothers  Grimm

Their stories  really captured my  heart and  that’s where  Da Love comes in!

Then  Tolkien  and  and C.S. Lewis   helped my  imagination fly

I think the  classics are  not  for  me, you may  be  asking  why

Fairies, Elves, Vampires, Warewolves and  heroes are  what I desire

The  otherly  and  fantasy  have  always been what sets my  soul on  fire!!

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“Once a King in Narnia, always a King in Narnia. But don’t go trying to use the same route twice. Indeed, don’t try to get there at all. It’ll happen when you’re not looking for it. And don’t talk too much about it even among yourselves. And don’t mention it to anyone else unless you find that they’ve had adventures of the same sort themselves. What’s that? How will you know? Oh, you’ll know all right. Odd things, they say-even their looks-will let the secret out. Keep your eyes open. Bless me, what do they teach them at these schools.”
-The Professor”
C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe

 

“To the sea, to the sea! The white gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, the round sun is falling,
Grey ship, grey ship, do you hear them calling,
The voices of my people that have gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me;
For our days are ending and our years failing.
I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing.
Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling,
Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling,
In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover,
Where the leaves fall not: land of my people forever!”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

 

There I  think  I  just  winged  this one.   😉

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Night’s Weave

You  set  me  spinning

My  spirits  winging

Shooting  out on  silken tendrils

Pinging  back  hooked up  on  spindles.

Up into  the black  starry  sky

Floating  free I  soar  and fly.

Silken  webs I  spin  and  turn

Catching  dreams  then  watch  them burn.

Uplifting, a  glorious  high

I don’t need  wings to  zoom  and fly.

I can’t  believe  this  glorious  night

Among  the  star  I  float like  a kite

You  set  me  spinning

My  spirits  winging

Shooting  out on  silken tendrils

Pinging  back  hooked up  on  spindles.

JusJoJan: What shall we do now?

I should write about  Mae and the predicament I have left her and fellow travelers in

Somehow tonight I cannot concentrate  the real life  intrudes

I hate  to leave them in the lurch  it feels quite  a sin

But the real life interferes, all it’s demands, selfishness and feuds.

 

JusJoJan  has nearly run it’s  course and by the grace of God I have survived

Maybe  by the skin of my teeth but survived I have indeed

I hope that everyone  has found something to enjoy and like me some pleasure’s been derived .

So here is tonight’s offering. It may  not be Shakespeare but it is just what I need.

 

Now  with only  three days left in January

What what will be next  for us all to do

A challenge really works  well for me

So could it be  Fancy words for February , FanWoFoFeb it works for me does it work for you ?

 

Please  don’t  worry  for  Little Mae  and Polar Bear

I shall be keeping you up to date  with all the victories and their plights

Making sure you can cringe with fear when the witch of  the East draws near!

We shall all be there to witness the end and hopefully see them banish all the evil leaving only rights!!

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SO WHAT DO YOU SAY  LINDAGHILL IS IT TO BE fANWOFOFEB SAME RULES AS JUSJOJAN ?

Post on your site, and join Just Jot it January. The rules are easy!

1. It’s never too late to join in, since the “Jot it” part of JusJoJan means that anything you jot down, anywhere (it doesn’t have to be a post) counts as a “Jot.” If it makes it to WordPress that day, great! If it waits a week to get from the sticky note to your screen, no problem!
2. If you write a JusJoJan post on your blog, you can ping it back to the above link to make sure everyone participating knows where to find it.
3. Write anything!
4. Have fun!

 

The tree nymph and the wheelwright.

The tree nymph is usually a pleasant thing, cheeky and happy oft heard, a merry song to sing. But cross her at your peril for she has a mighty sting.

One day an apprentice wheelwright fair of face,long of limb in his eyes a smiling light came whistling passed her way. He was bonny he was fancy and he stole the heart of the tree nymph Tansy.

He wooed her and courted Tansy and she returned his favours, they had fun all Summer long and in Autumn the joys of love they savoured.

Winter came and Tansy was called to the forest deep,she told the lad she would be back in spring and that he had her heart to keep. She begged him to be true to her for she did not want to loose him, he laughed and promised on his soul that he’d be true. Kissed him long and hard and then whispered make sure you do!

Weeks past by and it grew so cold and the wheelwright missed having Tansy to hold, he missed her he really did . Then a young colleen turned his head and flipped his lid.

The feckless lad loss his heart again he did not mean to cause any pain. Well tell me, do men ever? He forgot Tansy, forgot his promise and his soul, well that was not too clever.

Now Christmas came and Christmas went together all this time our couple spent. They were so in love you see they did not think at all about the Nymph Tansy.

Finally the snow began to melt and spring was on the way, the wheelwright and his fair lady planned their wedding day.

The Church was full of flowers their families and friends were there everything

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was perfect and love was in the air. Suddenly there was a clatter the sound of sudden wind not a gentle breeze but that of windows being blown in .

Everyone went silent in mid verse of a hymn all eyes turned towards the back of the church to see the amazing vision that was entering.

It was a beautiful vision bedecked in gold and green her eyes so blue  right then the angriest any of them had ever seen.

What do you think that you are doing Tansy asked the wheelwright in front of the of the assembled guests. You swore that you would wait for me is this your very best? Everyone was silent, what would the groom say who was this strange woman storming in on this his wedding day.

You promised that you would wait for me I have only been gone one season and you have already forgotten me. The wheelwright look frightened his face a deathly white,he felt a burning start inside as he realized his plight.

Looking at the bride now Tansy asked a searching question  do you still love this fool now that I have shown him up in his perfidious imperfection? Why yes I do replied the bride I am afraid I really do, and then unwisely she added I am the bride here not you!

Tansy was furious, she was really mad, she screamed at the congregation to go before she did something bad.
They did not need to be told twice they were off and running scared for their lives not knowing what was coming.

Alone at last Tansy and the bride and groom inside the church candles extinguished doors shut fast all was doom and gloom.
Tansy’s eyes flashed red as she addressed the groom, tell me wheelwright will you come with me or are you ready to meet your doom.

Flashing his eyes the cheeky wheelwright smiled and said my love I’ll not go with you, his young bride lowered her head.

On a roar Tansy screamed why you both deserve each other. She told them that they should go and not look back. Run, run she screamed cutting them no slack.

And so as they ran hand in hand together, through the church yard the angry nymph turned them into a tree thus locking them together trapped there forever.

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The tree nymph is usually a pleasant thing, cheeky and happy oft heard to sing. Heed this tale spurn her at your peril for she has a mighty sting.

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