Promises and Poetry

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I’m a wee bit sickly,

How about you?

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Image From Google. All Rights Belong To Artist.

Yep, that’s right, the dreaded sniffles have returned and Whiney-Tara once again reigns supreme! I’m sleepy, and stuffy, and sinus-y, and yuck! GRRRRRR.

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Anyway, it’s currently day three of Sniffles-Watch December 2015 and while I’m incredibly thankful that my throat no longer feels like the burning depths of flaming Tartarus, I now have nearly no air passing through my Rudolf-esque nostrils — resulting in the fact that I now sound like a semi-adorable cockney version of my southern self lol. Yeah, go-figure that one. I was literally sitting here watching the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie, quoting along with it as per usual, when I suddenly heard myself saying: “Stap bla-wing hoe-wels  in moi sip!!!” It was entertaining and frightening all at once.

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Image From Google. All Rights Belong To Artist.

But sudden onset-accents aside, I’ll muster up the strength and determination (mostly the determination) to type up new posts for you soon (aka tomorrow). But right now I’m still Whiney-Tara, and Whiney-Tara just wants to rewatch old episodes of Full House and keep sipping nice, cold sweet-tea like the nectar of the Gods that it is. ‘Til tomorrow my lovelies 😀

Rose Of Glory, Rose Of Grace

Here’s another poem of mine from Serendipity!

Rose :

Rose of glory, Rose of grace,

with petals of velvet, stem of lace.

Haloed soundly by molten fire,

rest you upon yon gate a-higher.

Reaching, yearning, for the Sun above,

none but love can quench such love.

Golden shafts drenched in seamless light,

red passion blooms in all its might.

Nature’s bounty thus link to link ornate,

binding Rose to Sun by love and fate.

Life and light swing hand and hand,

should one to fall, the other would not stand.

Tragic though is every lovers’ demise,

torn apart is the ground from skies.

Burning Sun is ripped from tender Rose,

and cold, dark night brings life and love to a-close.

One by one velvet petals drop,

no beams or rays to ease their bitter stop.

Rose of glory, Rose of grace,

with petals of velvet, stem of lace.

Haloed soundly by molten fire,

rest you upon yon gate a-higher.

Reaching, yearning, for the Sun above,

none but love can quench such love.

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Image From Google

The Ice Queen

Good morning my lovelies! I figured since today’s Friday I’d post a little poem that I wrote a few years ago; it’s one of my favorite things I’ve written and was inspired by the protagonist in my first novel Believe. The Ice Queen was originally published in an anthology entitled Serendipity, which was put together by the writing class of my High School (I was the Editor…squee!) and features some truly amazing poetry, short stories, and art work, for more information regarding Serendipity click here. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

The Ice Queen:

She drifted,

lost in the mist of uncertainty —

a snowy eclipse of life and death.

Looking down, she sees herself,

her back against an old oak tree.

Lovely red lips turned to ghastly blue,

skin once as honey now shimmers,

dusted in a fine pallid silver.

Ice bathes her hair lovingly, possessively,

while a crown of purest snow rests atop her head.

Marking her, claiming her as the queen of the winter forest,

The Ice Queen of Death.

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Image From Google. All Rights Belong To The Artist.

Evening Poetry

This is a haiku in four parts, inspired by the epic Scottish ballad of Tam Lin, a young man destined to die at the hands of the Fae on All Hallows’ Eve (Halloween/Samhain) unless he is rescued by the mortal woman who loves him. If you haven’t heard the story before, look it up! It is gorgeous and so very romantic (depending on what version you’re reading…make sure you find a good version!). I would say more but I can’t bear to give the story away!

 

Leaves darken to red

the night draws ever closer

soon Tam Lin will ride.

 

Pluck a rose Janet

draw your lover to your side

a kiss before death.

 

Hell awaits Tam Lin

chosen of the Fairie Queen —

stand ready to fight.

 

Pull him from his horse

hold tight—never let him go

he is yours to lose.

 

I’m unsure of the necessity of the third stanza/haiku — it can be read with or without it — but I left it in for now.