Once there was a storyteller who spun the most beautiful fairytales.
One day, a boy, not too short and not too tall came to see the storyteller and said,"I would like to live forever, Sir." And the wise storyteller replied, "I will do this for you if you help me send a message to my enemy, the Enchantress."
"She is beautiful beyond compare, but is evil and those caught in her lair stay there. Forever."
The storyteller continued,"The Enchantress wants more than anything else in this world, a wizard in the shape of a cat which stays in the black and white mansion."
"To go to the mansion, take this road until you see the moon. Enter the mansion, and you will see a lady dining with a leopard. Ignore her."
"Then you will enter a chequered room. There is a girl. And a cat. You must bow to her and say, "Good morning my lady.Tell me what your heart desires."
"The little girl will cry and tell you she wants to see her sister, the Lady of The Forest."
"Ashes and Snow, de l'artiste canadien Gregory Colbert, est une installation d'œuvres photographiques, cinématographiques et d'un récit épistolaire qui voyage dans le Nomadic Museum, une structure temporaire construite spécialement pour l'exposition. Ce travail explore les sensibilités poétiques communes des hommes et des bêtes.En date de juillet 2009, Ashes and Snow a été vue par plus de 10 millions de personnes, devenant ainsi l'exposition d'un artiste vivant la plus visitée de l'histoire de l'art."
The air - crisp and biting Snowflakes on the way to school White blanket pavement
"Nino, are you sure this is Your first snowball fight ever!" Laughter, hits, misses - cheers
Blueberry pancake, maple syrup A frozen tree in the backyard Blizzard and snow, three feet deep
Trip to Buffalo, Christmas gifts Running around red traffic lights Studying together til midnight
The magnificent Niagara Falls Frozen, crashing deep below Maid of the Mist magic
Above all, open arms in friendship ________________________________ I dedicate this Magpie Tale to my Canadian friends of Thorold Secondary School Chris McInnis, twins Debbie & Barb, Mike Honcoop, Larry, my bio lab partner, Sam and many many others.
All my life, I play hard, write poetry with passion, love deeply. And since I was a young child I wanted to be three things – a writer, a better writer, a best-selling writer
Words - a trailblazer Going out on a limb Flying high
For a while, I forgot my dream. In the quest for the ordinary life, I forgot my burning desire to write, the poet and writer buried deep within a place dreams did not visit, hopes did not sing
Lost, I fell From paradise at the tip Of a pen
Then sparkling moments, the birth of my firstborn, finding my muse - the love of my life, me – embracing life as never before, moment upon moment leading me to this point in time
Awaken! The writer within Grasp your destiny
In the blanket of the bluest of nights, despair engulfs me, I know within me lies a poet of fierce nationalistic pride. Yet my country lies sleeping, unaware of the beauty of our land, our history, our people, our legends, our forest and skies. Sees only glimmering towers, eco-tours and jungle treks without understanding the turtle’s song of regret upon the waves of the ocean or the story of Onangkiu of Kota Gelanggi.
Tears like Pearls escaping from The broken necklace
I press on… for in this quest, my children’s children will continue the dream of the pomegranate – a story within each translucent seed of awareness.
----------------------------------------------------------------- Written for the Writer's Island prompt, Quandary and for One Shot Wednesday I also submit this to JinglePoetry's Potluck and the MagpieTales this week because this poem deals with my strong emotional attachment to writing - a lifelong relationship.
Ancient Egypt splendour Three towering tombs Old world wonder Secrets of the Pharaoh's doom Machu Picu of the Incas Lost forgotten civilisation Wisdom of thousand years Secrets of our existance The famed Hindu candis Of Mataram, Prambanan The passionate Javanese Secrets of lost kingdoms Modern structure, 20th century Fragile upon Le Louvre Pei's pyramid in glass and steel Secrets for our future
Les Pyramides Egypte ancienne splendeur Trois tombes imposantes La merveille du monde Les secrets du pharaon
Alayna by the lake, words danced in her mind. She was entranced. She saw the words in gold rushing headlong like stones skipping on water. Serendipity. White Horses. Knights.
The poet lies in wait Her heart bleeds words On pieces of parchment
Arianna the lovely, red wily tresses frame her perfect visage, yet empty eyes. Softest lips of velvet promised heaven on earth and more. She saw the loves of her life walking out the revolving door. Passion. Induced. Love.
The lover lies awake Her heart bleeds sorrow Empty tomorrows
Alex in earnest, spoke of the end of the world. Of thousands of years of hate. A moment of insanity. Of love and humanity. She saw the writing on the wall. Fear. Inevitable. Armageddon.
The teacher lies in fear Her heart bleeds wisdom Of the lost kingdom
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Written for The Writer's Island, a surreal place With a hypnotizing prompt this week - Emerge
-------------------------------------------------------- This picture just begs to be written and I could not resist. Anthony North is responsible for my visit to The Writer's Island.
A witch,out for his life The victim of courtly lies ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Microfiction Monday - a magical world of mini stories hosted by Susan over at Stony River ... come and join us!
It was pure darkness - pitch black Charcoal and ink pressing down On my shoulders, back and neck The air was hot hot hot all around
I touched, wondered, pushed at the wall That seemingly had no end Is this a passageway, a room, a hall? I came to curves, bumps and a bend
Suddenly, after hours to eternity A light shined through a window pane In light, I was blinded - I could not see! I forgot in the dark I was blind until then
I ran, I fell, I stood up straight again Then I backed away from envisioned escape The world outside seemed strange The world outside seemed grey
I sat awhile to ponder and think A whiff of memory of the old kingdom brushed the cool air - whimsical whim I neighed and embraced my freedom
Egad! That man just jumped off the train! ------------------------------------------------------------- A microfiction monday post - going places today Read more MFMs, some really outlandish ones, here.
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