Blue Bell

Blue Bell

Bell was  a deeply  troubled  child

No one  could train  her  she  was  wild.

Her days  spent foraging  in the wood

The  nights  she  spent  doing  no  good.

 

None  could ever of  fathomed  the limitlessness of her  soul.

The  sun  ruled  her  heart  and  the moon captivated  her  soul.

She  did not  age  only  her  beauty grew

Each month  with  the moon  she was born a new.

 

Many tried  to  own her  to tame  and  tie  her down.

All failed,  they perished  , disappeared  or  grew old in the attempt.

Yet Bell thrived on the  chase  and  trials  as  though  meant

To confuse  all and  fly in the face  of law  and  crown.

 

Those  who  knew her  then  have  long  since  perished

Gone  are  those  she  might of  cherished

She  alone wanders  far  and  wide spreading  her magic

But  for  the  fact  she  never  loved anyone  it  truly  would be tragic .

So in the  early morning mist  when all the  world  feels  new

Look around  and  you  will see  Bell on her carpet  of  blue.

 

Twittering Tales #88 – 12 June 2018 – Dreamcatcher

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Twittering Tales #88 – 12 June 2018 – Dreamcatcher

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I won’t have it in our room. There’s no place for superstition in this house she yelled throwing it out of the window. Her mood was intensified by her lack of sleep due to the nightmares. He retrieved the dreamcatcher and hung it in the loft above her bed. The nightmares stopped
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Song Lyric Sunday:Magic

This week’s prompt from Helen Vahdati is Magic. 

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Let the magic begin.

As a child I loved reading and being read fairy tales. Now fairy tales are not really for children, they are often very scary BUT they are full of magic. I love magic.

Now C S Lewis was a wonderful storyteller and believe it or not he was a friend and drinking partner to J R R Tolkien. They both wrote wonderful stories, stories of my childhood.

This song l have chosen this week is Wunderkind by Alanis Morissette from the Chronicles of Narnia. The song , the book and the film are so full of magic that they fill me with magic. 

Lyrics by AZ lyrics

“Wunderkind”

Oh perilous place walk backwards toward you 
Blink disbelieving eyes chilled to the bone 
Most visibly brave no aprehended gloom 
First to take this foot to virgin snow 

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment 
I am a wunderkind oh oh oh oooooh 
And I lift the envelope pushed far enough to believe this 
I am a princess on the way to my throne 

Destined to serve, destined to roam 

Oh ominous place spellbound and unchild-proofed 
My least favorite chill to bare alone 
Compatriots in place they’d cringe if I told you 
Our best back-pocket secret our bond full-blown 

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment 
I am a wunderkind oh oh oh oooooh 
I am a pioneer naive enough to believe this 
I am a princess on the way to my throne 

Destined to seek, destined to know 

Most beautiful place reborn and blown off roof 
My view about-face whether great will be done 

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment 
I am a wunderkind oh oh oh oooooh 
I am a ground-breaker naive enough to believe this 
I am a princess on the way to my throne 

I am a magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment 
I am a wunderkind oh oh oh oooooh 
I am a Joan of Arc and smart enough to believe this 
I am a princess on the way to my throne 

Destined to reign, destined to roam 
Destined to reign, destined to roam 
Destined to reign, destined to roam 
Destined to reign, destined to roam

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #114 Magic&Stars

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #114 Magic&Stars

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Night is a mystery

Tiny stars twinkle so bright

Setting magic free.

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She raises her sword

Welding it above her head

Stars and magic bred.

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What magic you see

Stars in the sky at midnight

Please twinkle for me.

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RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #97 Magic&Glimmer

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #97 Magic&Glimmer

 

 

On the lake she stood

Silver stars in  her wake  glimmer

She set Magic free

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Just Jot It January: Prestidigitation

 

THIS IS  PART  OF  LINDAGHILL’S  JUST JOT IT JANUARY .  Today 25th January the  prompt is – brought  Prestidigitation to us  by quiall. Pamela at ButterflySand

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Prestidigitation
Tonight  and  only  for  tonight  Ladies  and  Gentlemen

We have a show of skill and slight of hand,come enter my den.

My friends you will not  believe what you see with  your own  eyes

So amazed  will  you  be  that  your applause  will reach the skies.

 

So here he is,the  one, the only  the most prestigious one armed

Juggler and Magician you will ever see,so take  care and be calmed

For never  the like will  you ever see again, no watch or  coin is safe

He will bewitch and  bewilder you, steal your  wallet leaving  no  trace.

 

We offer, for your delight and  delectation the  very best of prestidigitation

Mayjac, with his slight of hand,and only  one hand, a sensation

Of one armed Magic  and Juggling. This feat never  here  to be repeated

So come one, come  all and  see his  prestidigitation for you completed.

 

 
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Butterfly Child

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The child

She was a different child
So unlike the rest a mystery
Not defiant nor yet meek and mild
Biding her time hiding something wild

Often she went missing for days
They grew not to worry for her
Assuming she had magic ways.
Mother nature had her in her care.

She thrived and grew like a camilleon
Carrying an aura of colour as she went
Filling their heads like a loved song
A calming presence a soft scent

One day like a whisper she was gone.
Some of the light of lives deminished
Her metamorphosis was at last done
She spread her wings Ties to them finished.

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Acrostic Poem: Violinist

Vibrant  notes attack  the  air

Inhailing  gasps  from  all those  there.

Ovatures  of dancing  fire

Lay waste  to men upon the funeral pyre.

Involantary feet  begin dance

No one  escapes  the devil’s dance .

In exhaustion she  drops her  bow

Seed like,  on the  wind  her  notes flow

Timing  the musians  friend turns on her in the  end!

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.

Stolen.

Locked , rooted to the spot

I was entrapped cold yet blood hot.

Roots  from the soil wound up my thighs

My birds escaped me and took off to the skies.

The words flew about the pages

As important as the words of sages.

I could not  move I was lost

They told me open the pages at your cost.

Curiosity I could not contain

I was captivated I felt no pain.

All at once I was lifted  into the sky

Up into the grey where my  birds did fly

Wind in my hair  no fear I was no more I could not die.

Then down , down in to the tomb

Lost forever , seen no more gone,no home.

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