Prometheus lost. Light fires for him.
The sword stood embedded in a rock larger than a sheep. He knew it his destiny; it was an unavoidable truth. Merlin had told him so. He tugged. Nothing happened? "Pull, Arthur," encouraged the ancient wizard. "My name's Alf, not Arthur." "Damn, I really should magic a new hearing aid!"
￼ This place of legends Where breaths hang in the valley Make mists of these dreams Author’s Note: I took this picture near Skelwith in the English Lake District. Magical!
For each beast a hero born.
The lifespan of wolves made it difficult for Luna. No sooner would she grow attached to one than nature would take it from her. She never really settled with the pack. I did my best for my daughter, acted as I thought a father should, but my turning presented problems. I would never have […]
Winter hit with one swift, remorseless stroke. Rock and meadow gave way to an ocean of snow that undulated in the fierce north winds. The pack proved restless around their new alpha. I had become a king amongst wolves without raising a paw. It was not a title I’d asked for nor savoured. But, if […]
Lost in reflection. In reflecting lost.
‘Nuff said RIP
They scatter, fauns and satyrs, nymphs and dryads, for England’s night is full of fire. Scared away by explosions of colour, myths and legends exit before holidays of our own making. For one night we celebrate our own folly and devious machinations at the expense of true fable. How odd.
Beneath a violet sky The unicorn did cry Fantasy was passing Flipping slowly by The golden streams stopped flowing The Phoenix rose no more The cherry blossom withered Eternal all, no more The stars did dim in sadness The constellations split And even warming darkness Laid low, twisted, made sick The faerie were weeping As […]