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Monday, May 30, 2016

My Kind of Mermaid




My little mermaid
She whispers of land
My sweet mermaid
Reefs glow by her hand

Adorned with pearls
Her soft hair is never cut
Her gaze flows like the current
Yet her ears stay shut

Lucky little mermaid
Singing "Why must I have gills?"
Naive hopeless mermaid
Shallow coasts never fill

My kind of mermaid
Swims deeper with care
My brave mermaid
Searches for truth not air

 Under the water pressure
Her strong bones never break
Her scales lock like chainmail
Beauty no longer fake

My kind of mermaid 
Find what Land doesn't know
My growing mermaid
Love absent truth is shallow


Monday, May 23, 2016

Rewritten Fable

This is an easy exercise most people probably learn in their English class. But I still enjoy the game. 
Just pick one of Aesop's Fables and an author. Then rewrite the Fable in that author's style.
I chose Charles Dickens. His narration is far more conversational. His work is well decorated with adverbs and adjectives--sometimes three in a row. His style was a little easier to emulate since mine is similar.  

The Fox and the Grapes
Charles Dickens Style

Fox, Red Fox, Red, Licking, Lips

            It was a pleasant day. One in which someone might have a picnic or wander about enjoying the fresh air. I'm not sure which one the fox was doing but it hardly matters. Whatever the case, the birds were singing, the sun was shining, and a clump of grapes were hanging from a vine—content in it's state of being. It was on this wonderful day that the fox caught a glimpse of the juicy grapes hanging high over his head. Oh! How he wanted those grapes. The fox stared longingly at them, licking his lips, scheming the best plan that might reward him with what he most desired. The branch that held the grapes was to weak to hold his weight and he did not wish to request help for fear of the obligation to share.
            That left him with only one option. With all his might he leaped up to the grapes and snapped his jaw shut when he reached maximum height. But the determined fox was rewarded with nothing but a mouthful of air. The fox eyed the grapes with suspicion and tried again with the same result. Up and down the fox went putting all his energy into a goal that was so close he could barely touch with his nose and yet so far away. With each jump the fox convinced himself he was getting closer and could picture himself in triumph with the cluster of grapes in his jaw. 
            All day the fox leaped and bounded and reached for the taunting grapes until the sun was low.  The fox, depleted of all energy and incentive, fell on his face in exhaustion and surrendered.

             He sourly groaned, “What a waste. I should never had tried to jump so high; I'm sure those grapes were sour anyway.”

Have you ever done this exercise before? What was the result? Did a little bit of your own style creep in anyway?

Monday, May 16, 2016

The Riddle of the Maiden in White


Face of beauty, heart of cold
Silken hair, a lust for gold
The princess of Halvendale 
So beautiful and fair
Was taken from her people
By a dragon in the air

Captive in its lair she'll wait
For a knight to change her fate
For months, she prays
But cursed she stays
For if not soon, too little too late

Knights, warriors from many lands
Come to slay dragon with their hands
They hope to be rewarded
 by tales of their might
And win the hand and heart 
of the Maiden in White

But this prize, not theirs to claim
And many will die by dragon's flame
For her betrothed only has the power to see
That the Dragon of Halvendale 
is not what she seems.

Monday, May 9, 2016

Beyond Yourself


To kick off this blog, allow me to share this with you.
"...growth comes only through contact with what is larger and greater than one's self. Something to stretch the mind and give direction to the imagination..." Ethel Herr,  An Introduction to Christian Writing, pg 74-75.
     This quote is from an older book, but that makes it no less true. 
What you find beyond yourself will baffle you.