It’s the fourth week of the month! Ken Gierke selected this month’s theme prompt. On the Monday before the next challenge, Colleen will select someone to choose next month’s theme. Have fun! Today’s words are.
“FINDING CLARITY”
This week I have written a Gogyoka.
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As I crash through life
Missing chances
Breaking promises
Hoping always to discover
The one true light.
This is part of Colleen’s Chesebro’s Weekly Tuesday Tanka Challenge.
RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #98 Rein&Quest
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Go now, they told him
Her life depends on the Quest
His love knew no rein
Brave young Andrew had a goal
To be like all the Knights of old!
So he set forth to Somerset to Glastonbury Tor
To forge a sword of magic strength to be his for evermore.
Forged of steel a millenia old with a magic rune design
Smelt in the fires of an acient Smith magic and lore entwined.
His Mother Susan the wise acompanied him on his quest
The fair Leona, faery Queen betroved of heart there also at his behest.
To hide their high born nobleness and lofty heritage
A humble cottage their dewilling was so with the locals they could merge.
So now we wait with excitement growing
How fairs the bold Andrew is his sword a glowing.
With honest sweat upon his brow
Lessons leaned from the crusty Smitthy now.
Hail brave Knight , Sir Andrew the bold
We wait, breath baited your weapon to behold!
And so the dawn creeps up relieving the night of her dark shroud .
The sky looked as barren and empty as the land not a fleck of cloud!
From out of nowhere came two visitors so beautiful were they.
Horses stallion and mare . They had come to greet and from here to carry the child and Mae.
Polar Bear was pleased to meet them, the Winter Queen knew them of old.
Mae and the child both mounted the mare Mae cuddled her brother against the cold.
The Winter Queen took to the Stallion who she rode with pride
Her Polar Bears unjealous trotted at her side !
So they travelled across the frozen wasteland
That was once her home the child with eyes wide held tight to her hand.
Polar Bear walked silent behind relieved to be on the move again
He only had one wish to return to his human frame
Poor Polar Bear was once a man
He was charged by his dying king to protect his daughter the best he can.
The Evil witch of the East turned him into a Polar Bear
He very soon fell in love with Mae for her he really cared.
He spent two years protecting Mae before he realized his love was all for her.
The child suddenly felt the warmth of love , it covered him like the snow falling from above.
He watched Mae his sister sleep , he felt safe enough to with Mae and Polar bear keep.
He heard the Winter Queen’s bears gently growling . He felt love sing to him through the winters howling.
Comfy nestled in Polar’s fur he felt safe and without a care
Gently of a sudden Mae awoke she smiled and to the lost child spoke.
What is it little one ,you must know what has gone on.
Did the Witch , you mother tell you what she had done.
Did she own to the killings before she up and fled and was gone.
You have lost your father too, do not fear I shall take care of you.
Come and cuddle me and I shall sing you a lullaby
Let us be happy together no need for fear no need to cry.
And so as all the others slept Mae sang to her little brother
The two now bound in great sorrow now vowed to help each other.
Until the morning we leave them to sleep.
The child too was sleeping , dreaming of happier days
Remembering his mother, the witch, and the happy games they’d play.
His father looking on with love sparkling in his eyes
He felt safe and happy in his mothers arms protected by his father, wise.
Sad feeling started creeping in , fear washing over his skin
His mother and father were rowing from his cot he could hear the din.
She screamed I did I banished your daughters I killed your wife
I wanted your love and now I want your life.
His father’s voice rose to a scream you killed my wife the mother of my girls
Yes she replied I wanted you and your power ,as her head turned her hair unfurled
There followed a mighty fight the like of which the palace had never seen
At once all stood still as the king died all went grey, all colour devoid no blue no green .
The palace gone the land devastated all gone . The Witch of the East fled
The child was left to wander the no mans land . His mother gone and left him for dead.
The child awakes with a start to find he feels safe and cosy nestling in Polar Bear’s fur.
Looking across he see Mae sleeping in the snow , he realizes she is his sister and reaches out to her
On through the snow they forged mile after mile
Mae was distanced eyes gleaming mouth soft in a smile.
Her mind drifted back to the days before she she and Polar bear had to run,
Happy days with her father and her sister happy days full of fun.
They had suffered so when mother died ,
Heart broken they had all cried.
Mae has no idea where her sister is
Whether she is dead or if she lives.
All the while the child sleeps
Polar Bear takes care of him , in safety keeps.
Travelling on they go
Through the cold , the dark and the snow.
So for now lets let Mae sleep.
All her dreams and hopes inside to keep.
Sleeping also in the land of dreams her little brother bound to Mae it seems.
Polar Bear is So Good and kind thoughts of Mae fill his head .
The child has invaded Polar Bear’s mind , He now loves the child and forever he will treat him kind!
AND SO WE LEAVE THEM ALL TO SLEEP WE PRAY THE LORD THEIR SOULS TO KEEP.
The little child wwas frightened the little child was cold He only trusted Polar Bear , he clung to him with a hold
So strong that no one, no even Mae could break
So tired he slept on Polar’s neck, he could not stay awake.
The Winter Queen was curious she felt she knew the child
But he would not let her near him, he screamed and just went wild.
Mae was most concerned she she could not understand why
The child trusted none of them,why it would only cry.
But they could not stay there for too long
They had a quest to fulfil they had to travel on.
There was nothing but desolation nothing growing for miles around,
No animals no flowers or crops and not even a single sound!!
Mae was so sad at the desolation that she saw
This was not her father’s land , well not as it was before.
Silently and slowly the snow began to fall
It covered the dead landscape and in white it shrouded our travellers all.
At length the child ceased crying and fell asleep
The Winter Queen up to the child crept to have a peep.
I Know this child Mae I am sure he is your half brother
Your father sired him when he and the evil witch were lovers.
Polar Bear at once unsure if his burden should be shed
But Mae stroked his neck and said no my love we cannot leave him for dead.
Polar Bear look hard and long into Mae beautiful and kind eyes
He let the child snuggle further in and said I trust you Mae for you are wise.
AND SO THEY JOURNEYED ONWARDS.
Mae and Polar Bear , weary from their travels, could not believe the sight
Together with the Winter Queen they had trudged on both day and night .
Where were all the people where are all the homes , the farms, the towns and cities? Vanished, vanished gone!
Tears filled their eyes they could not take any of this in… where was homeland …..this was all wrong!
Mae’s eyes burned but she refused to cry ! Tell me noble Queen how can I avenge this wrong
Winter’s Queen , ice tears frozen on her cheeks turned to Mae and said we shall right this all bad shall we see gone.
Mount up mount up cried the Winter Queen we must find the the wicked witch of the East
Find her lair, burn her, tear her limb from limb . She shall be stopped her face removed , on her bones we shall feast.
They met a child along the way,
Cold and frightened , mama mama was all he’d say.
Mae took the child and wrapped him in her cloak
Warmed the child, bodily, spiritually no words were spoke
Where are your parents little one
Mama gone , mama gone……………..
Hush now child you are safe with us now you will ride
She lifted the child up onto Polar Bears back, silently she walked by his side.
Who could hurt the little child
Left alone and deserted in the wild.
Frozen body frozen mind
This evil witch , was she this unkind
MAE AND POLAR BEAR STILL HAVE FAR TO GO.
Little Mae,once fairy. Now grown back to the beautiful woman she was, strode forth with Polar Bear
They were ready now to face the witch of the East . To avenge all wrongs ( so wicked witch beware)
How long they had been away Mae really could not tell, she had some how escaped the witches evil spell.
Her loyal servant and protector Polar Bear had never left her side , he had guided her and loved her , he kept her safe and well.
The Winter Queen had warned them that they were embarking on a war
The danger they were now facing was one hundred times more evil than they had ever faced before.
She promised them that she would help as the witch of the East had dealt her some evil blows
She hated the East witch for deeds that had been dealt , The Queen wanted to witness the witch in her death throws.
Mae so dark and the Queen so pale, mirrors, almost of each other
Both with Polar Bears set forth to revenge their loss, one a father, the other her beloved lover.
So now we see them setting off on a quest of great danger both bonded by lost love
Both determined to win, both wanting to right the wrongs from the East to smite the witch from above!
AND SO THE TALE MOVES ON.
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