Do not speak, young wench, of magic The cost may be sorely tragic Your life, my own, our liberty Forbidden lore by Church decree Come away child, from dusty books From familiars, runes and rooks Turn away now, my chickadee... Continue Reading →
JOY Singing Open hearts Choir voices rising Lifting hearts and spirits With harmony and and music "Music is a joy and release"
This poem takes me back to many childhood memories of sitting hidden in the branches of the Bridesblossom tree in the corner of our garden. Reading, writing, even sleeping - it was a favourite spot of mine and best of all, no one knew I was there! The scent of those flowers was almost narcotic, I still gather some when I'm home at blooming time. Unfortunately I don't know what the real name of the plant is - we only called it the bridesblossom tree
Duty and Responsibility What quest is this, you have for me? A simple kiss, it will suffice. A loathsome lady begs thee, For this one simple boon. Regal kiss bestowed - Fair maid restored Sovereignty Renewed King!