There must be fairytales written about this place
tucked away on hidden shelves in some ancient library
Tales of the wicked and brave who walked these lands
and could not see the magic reaching out to themā
wood nymphs in the shadows, goblins on the road
faeries sleeping soundly on dust motes in the moonlight
Instead, the world called to them, and the heroes hurried on
gone away across enchantment to perfect the deeds of men
while this woodland hollow faded out of memory
Though the shadows grow older, though the world may die
the wood nymphs and the goblins live on
heedless of all beyond the edge of their hollow
Yet they know that one day their story might be found
covered in dust on a shelf at the heart of a labyrinth
and one who knows the way will follow it
out to the woodlands where magic awaits
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The first brick has come out of the wall! My short story “Two Point Creek” will be published over at spillwords.com on March 3rd. Hopefully this is the first of many!
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20 responses to “Tales of the Wicked and Brave”
Congratulations on the publication!! That’s a huge accomplishment! Also, I really liked the whimsical feel of this poem. It was a joy to read! š
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Thanks a ton (:
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You’re so very welcome! š
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Congratulations āØāŗļøššāØ
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Thank you! (:
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A really melodious poem, if that adjective can be used for poems. Actually, it has the feel of a song to it.
Also, congratulations on your publication.
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Interesting I hadnāt thought of that but I see what you mean! Thanks so much (:
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Congrats! Cheers to this and many more…
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Thank you! Cheers (:
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This is amazing- you need to illustrate it! It would make a gorgeous book
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That would be really cool! Only issue is I really canāt draw very well š³
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I really liked reading this poem, it helped me to remember what my Oma used to talk about when she would reminisce about her childhood in Germany, there was a forest near her home that she would wander into, she swore that she saw faeries there and other odd things.
Your poem made me nostalgic for her, her stories and rememberings.. please remember to leave a reminder link to the site your book can be bought at, I would like to buy a copy to support you.
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Your Oma sounds like a beautiful soul (:
Thank you! That means so much to me. I donāt have any books out right now, but Iām working to change that! Im working on one right now, coming near the end of the first draft. Hopefully it comes together like I hope it will.
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This poem is so magical. I love it!
Congratulations on the publication! I look forward to reading it š
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Thanks so much Fatima! (:
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Congratulations! That’s so exciting!
I love this piece but I love all things magical especially wood nymphs, goblins and faeries š The picture you chose really got my imagination going š
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Thanks Angie! I also love stories of magic. Thereās a Shel Silverstein poem, I think itās just called āMagicā that I read as a kid. It stuck with me ever sinceāin a way it kind of inspired this one.
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Is that the one about seeing an elf and finding gold?
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Just looked it up to remember clearly:
Magic
Sandraās seen a leprechaun,
Eddie touched a troll,
Laurie danced with witches once,
Charlie found some goblins gold.
Donald heard a mermaid sing,
Susy spied an elf,
But all the magic I have known
I’ve had to make myself.
Yup, thatās the one!
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Yes! I love that one š
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