I’ll tell ye a yarn of days of old When swords were heavy and castles cold. Or yarns of the sailor types And fishermen as common as snipes. Then there’s the yarn for the Knit and Natter. And the crochet ladies with hooks to batter. The sailors as they yarn their sails And fishermen telling yarns of Whales. Damsels sewing yarn in their tapestry Locked in chastity belts dying for a pee. The Knights returning to their castles cold. Regaling them with yarns so bold. So I’ll tell you a yarn bright and new I shall spin you a yarn, because thats what I do.
Macha (Irish pronunciation: [ˈmaxə]) is a goddess of ancient Ireland, associated
with war, horses, sovereignty, and the sites of Armagh and Eamhain Mhacha in County Armagh,
which are named after her. A number of figures called Macha appear in Irish mythology, legend
and historical tradition, all believed to derive from the same deity. The name is presumably
derived from Proto-Celtic *makajā denoting “a plain” (genitive *makajās “of the plain”). rea more on Wiki
APOTHEOSES – Angels of Mons :
During World War One there was a widespread belief
in Britain that some form of supernatural intervention saved allied troops during
the retreat from Mons. Since the war this event, generally known as the “Angel of Mons”
has been variously used as evidence of supernatural intervention in combat, an example
of a collective hallucination or as an urban myth unwittingly originated by a piece of fiction.
The most prosaic explanation is that the Angel was no more than a misinterpretation of odd cloud
formations seen by weary troops. The only thing that most theories agree on is that something strange
happened during the retreat from Mons in August 1914 and that this was witnessed by British
(and possibly German) troops. However, a re-reading of the evidence puts even this most basic point of
convergence in doubt and raises the possibility that the story of the Angel owes more to military expedience
than divine providence. Read more
Thomas the Rhymer Steele Eye Span
Do you believe in fairies? The inhabitants of the Borders at the time of the Border ballads did …
Thomas of Ercildoune lived in the Borders hundreds of years ago. One day, as he sat beneath the Eildon Tree near Melrose,
he heard the tinkling of silver bells and the sound of a horse’s hooves. The beautiful Queen of Elfland rode by on a white horse.
Thomas fell under her spell and journeyed deep within the hollow Eildon Hills to the ‘Fairy Otherworld’. There, Thomas was given
the gift of prophesy.
When he returned to the mortal world he found that he had certain gifts: he was unable to tell a lie and became known as
‘True Thomas’; he could foresee the future and foretold the death of King Alexander III;
some even say that Thomas became immortal and still lives gathering horses for the sleeping knights that rest deep within the hollow hills.
Atlantis (Ancient Greek: Ἀτλαντὶς νῆσος, “island of Atlas“) is a legendary island first mentioned in Plato‘s dialogues Timaeus and Critias, written in c. 360 BC. According to Plato, Atlantis was a naval power lying “across the Pillars of Hercules” that conquered many parts of Western Europe and Africa 9,000 years before the time of the legendary Athenian lawgiver Solon, i.e. in the 10th millennium BC. After a failed attempt to invade Athens, Atlantis sank into the ocean “in a single day and night of misfortune.”
The possible existence of Atlantis was discussed throughout classical antiquity, but it was usually rejected and occasionally parodied by later authors. Alan Cameron wrote: “It is only in modern times that people have taken the Atlantis story seriously; no one did so in antiquity”.[1] The Timaeus remained known in a Latinrendition by Calcidius through the Middle Ages, and the allegorical aspect of Atlantis was taken up byHumanists in utopian works of several Renaissance writers, such as Bacon‘s New Atlantis and More‘s Utopia. In the United States, Donnelly‘s 1882 publication Atlantis: the Antediluvian World unleashed widespread interests from pseudo-scientists. As a theme, Atlantis inspires today’s light fiction, from science fiction to comic books to films. Its name has become a byword for any and all supposed advanced prehistoric lost civilizations.
there is some disagreement over what actually constitutes Wicca. Some traditions, collectively referred to as British Traditional Wicca, strictly follow the initiatory lineage of Gardner and consider the term Wicca to apply only to such lineaged traditions, while other eclectic traditions do not.
This poem is completely from my imagination. Arthur and Boadicea where in fact not from the same era but I would of love Arthur to have ridden in with his brave knights and assisted her ……….. what a tale this would be . I delicate this tale to the sister of my friend Martin and to http://saminaiqbal27.wordpress.com/ who loves a Arthurian myth.
I see the future it is dark, battles blood and fear
I feel our days are numbered I know our enemies draw near.
I draw my daughters to me I shall defend them to the end.
I have sent out for help and begged for aid from Arthur King of the Brittons, my friend.
In the warm and welcoming hall the lord and lady made Sir Gawain comfortable.
As they ate and drank and spoke of his travels Gawain notice an old woman at the far end of the table.
No one introduced her but she was treated with great respect
Gawain noticed she was an ugly crone and on this he did reflect.
Please Sir knight Bertilak entreated do stay here a while the Green Chapel is but one day’s ride from this place.
Gawain was tired and this offer he did embrace.
The next morning the lord of the castle had gone hunting, he left word that he would would give Gawain whatever he might catch that day.
If Gawain would give to him anything he had gained during that day.
The lady of the castle visited Gawain in good grace With all her female guile she tried to seduced him.
Being a knight of honour and of loyalty he refused her not wanting to commit a sin.
Gawain though sorely tempted refused the lady’s charms but to so as not to hurt her he accepted a kiss.
On Bertilak’s return he presented Gawain with his spoils in return Gawain gave him a kiss, the lord asked not from whence it came nor took it amiss.
The second and the third day too Bertilak repeated his terms, that he would present his hunt spoils to Gawain for what ever Gawain that day had earned.
The lady of the Castle also tried to give herself, each day, to honourable Sir Gawain.
Each day he turned her down allowing only an extra kiss each day though he did find it a strain.
The lady grew more amourous and Gawain, only a man, but he refused her each time and
Both evenings he gave Bertilak the kisses he had received for the hunts spoils that were put into his hand .
Then upon the third morning when the lady begged his favours she offered him her sash of green
She told him it would keep him alive and safe , with his impending doom, this hope to take, he was keen.
Gawain took the sash and bound it around his waist. He hoped it would help survive the Green Knight’s axe.
That evening on his return Bertilak received three kisses again he did not ask from whence they came
There was a young lad who was unsure of destiny , his name was Merlin
Striving to understand which path was mapped out for him , seeing his future unfurling.
To Camelot he was sent to help the court physician for he had a magic bent.
Gaius knew the boy had talent and a destiny to fulfill a reason he was sent.
He learnt at Gaius’s knee at first terrified of is own magic power he longed to be free
He spent most of time the butt of the young Arthur’s jokes he accepted that was how it had to be.
As he grew older his path became clearer and he knew just how to handle the prince in waiting
He took all Arthur could throw at him gently guiding him toward his path all ills anticipating.
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