A Painful Bliss

writing2The page was blank
but, it began with words
a song, a smile
music, laughter shared.

A glance, a dance
two hearts afraid
take another
chance.

Life had bought us
to our knees where
we prayed
You, in your way
me, in mine.

Battles fought, lost and won

A touch, a kiss,
hurts undone.

Path then taken
to the greatest love
twin souls caressed
each others tears
and all of fear
soon fled.

A beginning
a middle
right through to the end.

Such painful bliss.

~*~
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The Keeper

Ever silent vigil
‘neath a consipirators sky
no-one escapes her notice
through unblinking eyes.

The crescent moon bears witness
to her steady gaze….
amazed at her tenacity
and, consistent ways.

Sleek and quite unique
she’s always there on guard
hid amid the branches of
life’s tree….
(Her claws and paw prints
carved forever in those
swirling wooden circles of
nature’s history)

The wheels of time spin
on and on but who she is
and from whence she comes
remains her tale to tell.

I never knew she was there before
never saw those eyes
but, always felt the presence
of someone wiser than my
own foolish mind would
admit to caring too.

Now…

I can see forever in a
single glance, as she focuses
her mind on me
…the object of her love.

She came from my past into
these present times to
guard my fears…my worries
with her steady gaze and see me
through the troubles and trials of
these hardest living
days.

She is a sleek and constant watcher
who made a ‘broken’ me feel whole.
She is the guardian of my life
feline….keeper of my soul.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo      *All rights reserved

Shared with With Real Toads Do you believe in Magic
(Yes, I do and in miracles too)

The Witch

Nine times she’d beaten her black and blue
(this would have to end)
after a secret refresh of her courage she
vowed there wouldn’t be a number ten.

White magic was also powerful
and with feelings laid so bare
she sought out books of
ancient alchemy
(the more to learn the craft)
and to shift herself into gear
then, she’d known what she had
to do to beat the vicious crone.

With a smooth and final shove
into the stinking peat
the evidence of even her bones
would be lost inside the stench
of other organic matter also
being gassed as the peat
covered her head.

At last, at last
the young white witch was free
now she would live in harmony
because

‘ding dong the wicked witch is dead.’

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

I really liked this pic and have wanted to write something for it. The wordle words seemed to lead me on a witches brew path this week.

Peat is found in many wetlands but, my own experience with it comes from living in the Scottish Outer Hebrides where the islanders/crofters even today, dig it, cut it into slabs, dry it out and use it for fuel.

Shared with The Sunday Whirl #72

Book of Spells

As a child he was taught by
learned masters never to endanger
other lives except for those
whose evil was to do nothing
but destroy.

The boy became the man
and cut quite a dazzling display
for all the young maidens at court
but,
his mind was filled with magic
and, too many things to hazard
or allow his heart to fall
beneath loves own enchanting spell.

He would deny himself
until the day Arthur was
crowned king
then well,
maybe if a maiden would give
a gentle look
maybe then…

He gave out a harsh sounding sigh
chiding himself for allowing his
mind to stray.

The candle flickered to remind
we are all here for just a shadow of time
how long for, no-one could say
not even a wizard.

With that in mind
he dipped his quill back into the ink
and continued to write his latest
success’s
in the book of spells.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo              *All rights reserved

Shared with Three Word Wednesday CCLXXXII # Cut, Endanger, Hazard
Poetry Jam Magic
Poets United Vice Versa #8 Allow/Deny Harsh/Gentle

The Dragon and the Moon


In days of old before knights were bold, much magic still was made, by witches brewing spells in pots that broiled up steam hotter than a baking sun and, once their spells were cast, well…. much of the time, they could never be undone.
A king lived in a castle, an eccentric, angry man, but he loved and lived there with his wife and Orlund, their only son.
Nights were dark and cold, no humans ventured out, for the rules were those of the king’s, of that there was no doubt, leaving the dragons to come from their lairs to freely roam with ease and faeries who would dance… and play among the trees.

The handsome prince Orlund…a very curious young man at this, left the castle to explore those lands that would one day, be his.
While riding through the thickets of the forrest deep, Fleet, his faithfull horse, stumbled and of course, immediately following, off his master tumbled, hit his head then fell asleep. Fleet grew scared, tossed his head and bolted leaving his master Orlund lost, inside a world of dreams.
Time passed and…
Silent, she hesitated at first, in the fast diminishing light, unsure what to make of such rarity …this mortal, within sight.
Luna of the Fae, non more beautiful than she…or, so the fables say, seeing blood upon his brow, bannished all thoughts of harm, knelt beside the sleeping man, gently took his hand, and, enjoying the warmth held it to her chest.

Orlund awoke to the most beautiful vision he knew he’d ever seen, began drinking in her beauty…. still thinking it a dream. When she spoke, her voice was as music in his ears, and Orlund fell in love as her smile allayed his fears.

Tears fell from her eyes as they gazed into his own pools, and sparks ignited between them, they were lovers at first sight, and this love would be so true.

Entranced… Orlund brushed the blood away and then he slowly stood, he took her in his arms and together they did sway, the moment was to last a lifetime, forever and a day.
Safe with Luna by his side she led him through the trees, bought him once more to the castle …when each of them did freeze.

The king was stood there fuming, his anger would not be contained. How could this faery fiend bewitch his son this way! He swore an oath to end it, right here, right now, before this end of day. He’d brought with him all the witches and with their combined might, had poor Luna changed into a great big ball of light…. then, sent her to the stars.

Despair took hold of Orlund, he felt his heart ripped out, he knew he’d never live without her, so he took a dagger and drove its blade in deep, knowing that now, they would never be apart.

Beside himself with grief, the king looked to the witches, begged them please …to save his son, promising them all his riches.

The witches conspired as Orlund lay there dying, to cast one more mighty spell and bring him back from dead but, to do this they told the king he would have to become a dragon, because dragons live forever, unlike his mortal son, who had just then tasted death.

Quickly the king agreed and, amidst a tumultous clap of thunder Orlund became a dragon, who, quickly roared to life with fire breathing air.
His memory still intact, he stretched out magnificent wings and flew off in all haste… without ever looking back.

Heading straight up to the sky, his wings took him up …oh so high.
Higher than the heighest heights and, headed for the brightest light.
He would be there soon, determined that once he was, he’d never leave her side.

And, when Luna’s night is full, if you look long and hard enough, maybe you too one day will see….

The Dragon and the Moon.

For those who believe….

©    Daydreamertoo     *All rights reserved

*A happy ending.. kind of…. lol
 

Shared with Poets United #103 Fractured fairy tales

Monsters

A hint of sweet Jasmine carried in the
softest whistle of wind through an open window
as sunset settled across her enchanted domain.

She could relax once again
after more than ample help from her
loyal and loving tiger beast
the scrap of demons were trapped
(for now)
in a magical montage of granite
which
(in theory)
would hold them forever, unless
the hard-stone was somehow flawed
or, the spell she cast was broken.

Such huge responsibility
being a good fairy queen
and trying to prevent so
many different monsters each night from
invading young children’s dreams.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo              *All rights reserved

Another take on beauty and the beast story.

Psst: It’s my @#%^**** @& gazillionth  Birthday today 🙂

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Dragon Tales

Once upon a time of old
when the world was filled with majick
dragons roamed the earth at will
and,
even odder creatures, still.

Everything seemed so normal
and yet,
nothing was as it seemed.

Witches brewed and stewed
their mix and wizards
cast their spells
Ah, ’twas a time only the bold
or fools would dare to
venture out without a care
for fear of all the
mischief and vexing dragon’s
moods.

But, a young maiden
sweet, fair and full of
life’s own fire decided
she would not be cowed
and vowed to roam the
meadows at will, as free
as those they all feared
she would not be scared.

She left her family
and villagers aghast
ignoring all they had to say

‘No, no, no’
thrice no, she cried
determined she’d have her way.

Out she skipped and soon
was free to roam the
meadows as she pleased.
Waist high in grasses which
moved and swayed
she skimmed the flower tops
and played, dreaming the day away.

But as the daylight began to go
she knew she too
must turn for home

When hence there came a
piercing scream from the sky
and all in a gust of smoke
and wings she was suddenly
plucked from the field
and whisked away
never to be seen again .

The moral of this tale of woe
is to heed the elders
them folks who knows
so much more than you
even thinks you know
you know.

~*~

© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved

As this was the Brothers Grimm and most of their tales never had a happy ending, mine didn’t either because not all fairy tales end happily ever after, do they?
I had some fun with this

Shared with dVersePoets Poetics: Once upon a time

Wordle Words

 WORDLE WORDS

Thoughts twirl in a dance of clouds
love is always in the air
(for those who dare)

Light as threads in gossamer wings
flit across a tangled sky
…sparks fly.
Kaleidoscopic in their mix
of splits and slit of
serpents tongues
reaching down
to you and I from
that temple of the Gods
who sprinkle a lackadaisical
hand of stardust
to woo us with their majick
so that we may relate their
stories through the eons
of legends they know will surely last
in etches made on wood
on stone or, bone.

~*~

© Daydreamer Too      *All rights reserved

 

 Shared at The Sunday Whirl Wordle 9 (A Bakers Dozen) 
The Challenge here is to write something, anything of your choice as long as it contains 13 words that the wordle organiser has chosen for us.
I enjoyed this challenge!
Also Shared at: One Shot Wednesday week 51

Spellbound

(picture Boris Vallejo-Camelot)

SPELLBOUND

Tell me your tales
of daring do….
of courage, of kings
and magical things.

Of beautiful queens in
satins and lace…
(Your hearts delight in her
sweet face).
Of armoured knights atsride
chargers of war.
Of battle scars that you have so
proudly worn.

Tell me about the thrill of the
Joust.
Of the colourful lancers that can kill
with one glance, if you happen to miss
your own first strike, perchance.

Tell me about castles in the air
that no-one lay seige too
‘lest the  devil may care.

Tell me about your Coat of Arms
and ways that you win your maiden’s
charms.

Tell me about your tales of wealth…
of jewels and crowns…
(Some won by stealth)

Of poisons and potions
of wizzards and spells
tell me of this….

Please tell me all of your
medival knight’s tales
and I’ll sit here and
listen…

Spellbound.

~~*~~

 

© Daydreamer_Too          *All rights reserved

 

Author’s Note:   A little fantasy now and then, never hurts.

Shared at: Friday Night Writers Challenge #6 and at…
Thursday Rally Week#46 and…
Poets United Poetry Pantry #53

Early morning madness and the magic in the making.

As if we never said Goodbye 
This is from a musical by Sir Andrew LLoyd Webber created called ‘Sunset Boulevard.’

I’d only heard it a couple of times and the song kept playing over and over in my head this past few days. Couldn’t figure out why nor, where it was from. Hummed it to Chloe and she said: ‘It’s from my show Glee.’ I told her not to be daft, it’s an oldish song.  She was adamant it was from her show.  As it’s on Video on Demand, she found it and sure enough, it’s a song her fav character (who just happens to be gay) sings. Beautiful song, lovely words.
I miss ‘the early morning madness and, the magic in the making.’ So much.
Love this song. He sounds like a girl but, what a voice! Love the words.