When morning mist allured us
And we sprinted to meet each other
To play summer games
When we were in no mood
To admire the pink sky
And sit for a while.
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When morning mist allured us
And we sprinted to meet each other
To play summer games
When we were in no mood
To admire the pink sky
And sit for a while.
Continue reading at Emotional Shadows
‘I have gathered myself together,
Like the beautiful Hawk of Gold.
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Stand still awhile on this empty moorland
Let the silence wash away yesterday
Feel the pull, as if walking backwards
To an old time, an old world
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Another day, another hope
That this thing shall pass and we cope
We stay at home and wash our hands
Hoping to contain the virus
Doesn’t choose and has no bias
Against all odds, we fight with plans
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Inner life unfolds
Breaking free of all constraint
Reaching for the light

The Acer is my son’s pride and joy. Since the last leaf of autumn fell, he has checked the sapling every day, watching anxiously to see if it would survive being transplanted into his garden. When the storms hit, he held the fallen fence clear of the little tree, battered by wind and rain, until help arrived. It has been sheltered, fed and watered assiduously since the first buds began to appear on its fragile stems.
As spring, once more brings visible life to the garden, in spite of rain, wind and grey skies, the little tree is repaying his care, unfolding a delicate crimson tracery and a promise of beauty.

Reblogged from MarySmith’sPlace:

It was still dark when I heard the urgent whisper, ‘Sister, sister, it is time to go.’ I crawled out of my warm nest, pulling my chaddar on straight. Khudadad had already rolled up his bedding. Under his impatient gaze I fumbled clumsily trying to roll my sleeping bag to a size small enough to squeeze back into its ridiculously tiny nylon bag. Finally he took over and somehow stuffed it in, picked up our bags and headed for the door. ‘Come. Sayed is waiting.’
‘But, I have to go outside first,’ I whispered.
‘Now?’ Khudadad’s voice rose to a hysterical pitch, provoking mutters and grumbles from the sleeping bodies scattered about the room. ‘Sayed will be angry if we are late. We will stop soon.’
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I live with shadows
tossed and misting
in the grey, empty landscape
of my life’s dreams,
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Reblogged from deadbutdreaming:

The faeries who appear in the Arthurian mythos are a distinctive breed; ontologically different from the entities that most often surface in folklore. They usually have specific roles to fulfil, catering to the literate classes who were consuming the stories. But the genesis of the faeries in the Arthurian landscape is deeply rooted in an embedded folk belief-system, developed from a Celtic oral tradition, which informs many of the motifs within the legends. This article is a brief overview of a very complex subject, serving as an introduction for any readers who may be inclined to delve deeper. A version of the article appeared originally on the Ancient Origins Premium website.
The Development of the Arthurian Mythos
When Geoffrey of Monmouth produced his Historia Regum Britannia and Vita Merlini between 1135 and 1150, he became the central transmitter of the Arthurian mythos; from a largely oral testimony to a written body of legend that has continued to develop to this day. Geoffrey may have had access to some of the early sources, which suggest Arthur could have been a 5th/6th-century British chieftain, such as St Gildas’ De Excidio et Conquestu Britanniae (6th century) and Nennius’ Historia Brittonum (9th century), and possibly other lost literary sources. But it seems clear that much of his Historia and the Vita Merlini used an orally transmitted folklore to construct the ontology of the inhabitants of his Arthurian stories.
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Jack Daw and Carrie Crow surveyed the scene. A misty hue hugged the landscape. It all looked so normal. Jack cast a beady eye on his boss and pecked nervously at his claws.
‘Oh stop that. You know what happens when you do that? You’ll get crow’s feet.’
Jack pecked the air, nervously. ‘Do you think they’ll come?’
Carrie squinted into the middle distance. ‘Oh they’ll come. The real question is will they agree.’
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Deep down,
Nestle secrets,
Mysteries, enigma,
Unfathomable, hidden in,
Pockets,
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