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If I were a fairy

If I were a fairy, my season would be autumn, my flower would be sunflowers, I would magic in the harvest and paint the leaves of everything in the autumnal colours and I would play tricks on mortals around Halloween by tickling their ears with my breath!

I would smell like spices and apples and have autumn leaves hairclips in my hair and spiders looping their webs into my earring holes and dangling there as fashion models.

I would help the stork deliver babies in big pumpkin carry cots and corn husks as blankets.

Because, why not?

My familiar would be a fox or raccoon and I’d throw peach pits at people who disrespected nature and magically create an instant tree where it lands to serve them right if they walked right into it!

I love faeries; I could get really into writing a book all about fairy culture etc.  it would be smashing if I could do the art I see in my head as well.

But never mind.

I am overloaded with other projects right now that one can wait.

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Crushed like a lemon

Crushed like a lemon

Made sour by broken promises

I pucker back my disappointment

I swallow my harsh words

My mouth, dry with distaste

Another dream smashed to pieces

Another lie spoken to allay a fate

A fantasy caterwauling torment to my ears

For I know you can’t help yourself

For another snow globe dream splintering my hands

Because you had a dream I’d stay

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In love with a dream

In love with a dream

Never knowing it’s real

Living in a world filled with lies

Obstinately thinking I’m powerless here

Viciously thinking my dreams aren’t real

Eagerly hoping they are

Whole and fantastic realities in my mind

Inside my head

True and alive and real

However I disbelieve their existence

Awkwardly I evade thinking like a God

Driven mad by the untruths of my existence

Reality is everywhere

Every thought formed perfectly

All I have to do is believe

My heart knows it’s true! 

Written 11:14am 14th March 2023

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A boy’s unconscious battle

Legs akimbo and arms too, laying on the bed a little boy fast asleep visiting the land of dreams as moonbeams paint the room a silver glow.

His white sheet alive with action slithers like a tentacle around his hips and the boy slowly and sleepily coiled in its clutches; teddy bears fall in line to pull the tentacle away and rescue the boy their friend.

The boy twists in and out and in again getting further and further tangled in the octopods tentacle as he too, grows tentacles to go into battle to save himself as he continues in his slumber – an unconscious battle for freedom done in slow motion in the moonlit sea of silver and blue.

Teddy bears thrashed to the floor all around helpless they lay motionless on the ground. 

When morning comes all is peaceful, the boy well rested springs up from his bed like he had been catapulted kicking his allies across the room knocking them into unconscious sleep for another day.

For tonight, there is a new battle!

Written 3:02am 3rd March 2023

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Dream home prompt

WordPress prompt today was interesting.

“Write about your dream home”.

My dream home would always have at least one spare bedroom in case anybody ever wanted to stay over.  Not many people do, but I kind of live in hope that someday a relative of mine will want to reconnect and we can have the stay, or whatever.

Before I became sick, I kind of had an open door policy, if you were related to me or you were a friend, you could come and visit whenever you liked and nobody really imposes on me because I am happy to have people around!

I’ve had Paul ask me in the past not to make people too comfortable or they will never leave.

It’s just my nature; I’d adopt the world if I could!

Because of this, I always like to have the biggest room in the house as the kitchen which has a communal soft living space in it and an informal dining area – because I love cooking for people and although I don’t socialise these days, I love to have people over.

I like large gardens both front and back, because I do a lot of home grown fruit and vegetable growing, so I can do big canning projects at the end of the year.  I love autumn/fall because of the harvest season and it’s a good excuse to spend several days in the kitchen making conserves and chutneys etc. for the year ahead.

I’d be a homesteader if I could and if I had the time.

I’d have chickens again to get my own fresh eggs and I love animals anyway, so I’d have a lot of different pets everywhere and a bunch of children and babies too!

There will be lots of soft areas around the house, with lots of cushions and swing chairs – I’d have areas on the floor where we could sit on cushions, because I prefer to sit cross-legged like a guru rather than sitting on a sofa like normal adults.

“Get your feet off the sofa” is commonly said to me, as I will sit cross-legged with my legs under me on the sofa, it’s a bad habit I guess? Especially when I encourage any pet I have to sit up there with me!

I like to both shower and bath and have the choice of that.

I like to have several different sections in my garden for different things.

My dream home would also include an indoor and outdoor swimming pool, because I am a water baby and love swimming a lot and I haven’t done it in years!

I am a bookworm and I have a huge book collection, over a thousand in fact and I want more books, a lot more.  So a library and an office would be essential for me – especially an art studio like a sun room or conservatory.  I really want to throw myself into art and I would love a small area where I can store my musical instruments in a safe, clean way where they won’t get damaged or forgotten!

I always fancied the idea of having a pet room, where indoor pets live, like guinea pigs, house rabbits and hamsters, like a rodent room I suppose, where they have homemade makeshift enclosures and in the garden would be separate areas fully protected from predatory wildlife, so they can go out from time to time.

I know the house sounds huge right now.  But it is a dream home; it doesn’t have to be practical or doable, just a little fantasy!

Henry and I have always wanted a miniature railway going all around the perimeter of the garden with little model villages we’d make together every fifty feet or so. 

I have always wanted a home as well with a brook or river on the edge of the property and a property that backs onto woodlands.

I have often thought about living somewhere similar in landscape to the river Severn as its really beautiful around there, the river banks etc. is lovely.

However much of a nature’s child I am, I will miss being too far away from a bustling city or a large town, I’d like to still be within range of great shopping opportunities and socialising.

I love the woodlands, I love lakes.

I like quirky homes or old homes but I am not too keen on beams everywhere.

I am sort of into Feng shui, so that sometimes needs consideration – but I can work around things.  Living with Paul who won’t help me against this war of the mirrors situation he has and the idea of having two or three small mirrors all close together in order to see a whole reflection has been one of the biggest problems we’ve had between us.

He hasn’t dealt with this yet and won’t let me take the mirrors down myself in fear I’d break them, because you know… I’m such a klutz!

It’s ridiculous as a grown woman I have to either bend over to see my reflection when brushing my teeth or brush my teeth on tip toe because the mirrors cut off from each other at my upper lip!

Very bad Feng Shui, Paul is not too affected, he can see in the top mirror fine, but he has a lot of stomach issues, as do I and as does Henry now he is of similar height to me now!

I wonder why?  Hmm such a big mystery I think not – not if you know your Feng Shui!

I bought a new mirror a few months back so he could take them down – ha-ha still not up yet!  My new full length one isn’t up yet either!

Which explains my last thing for a perfect home – all chores get done when they are needed and nothing is left at minimum 6 months before it’s done, and never left for years upon years half finished by the main maintenance guy of the house!

Oh and lovely healing crystals everywhere almost – especially hanging them in the window for rainbows to flood the room during the day!

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P.S Amazon wish list can be found on my blogroll, someone asked to see it recently.  Thank you! 

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Cruel memory

Shut up and stop causing trouble you said that fateful night

That night you locked me in a room, to succumb to a cruel plight

The mirrors they sucked me in

They took me away from you

I saw my reflection amongst the glass

And I knew it couldn’t be true

Pulled in by the mirrors lies

The mirrors pulled my heart

Tore me away from myself

Tore my soul apart

I am lost in limbo

Trapped by this loveless fate

In agony I yearn for you

But now it’s just too late

You’re not coming to save my soul

You’re not real at all

You are just a dream too me

A memory that is cruel

This poem is based on larger works that I will be finishing the final draft of by the end of this year. A long fantasy saga, I’ve worked on for nearly 25yrs.

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Gold and Scarlet

Dressed in gold and bent for you

Another dressed in scarlet hues

They dance the dance of balance

One is a lie and one is true

Which one is the one for you?

Each dragon dances for their part

In order to ensnare your heart

Which one is the precious jewel?

Which one will be a lie and cruel?

Which one is the Queen you need?

Which one intends for treachery to proceed?

Which one can you trust at all?

Which one really caused the fall?

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Moledro what’s that?

Moledro

“n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.”

A beautiful notion I’m sure, it is a new word I learned through an acquaintance on Twitter the day before I left the site for good. 

It’s interesting and inspiring to think that some artists and authors have the skill to be read and noted centuries down the line like this, but it seems only a small margin get the opportunity to have that effect on the world and we will never know if we will be one of those people, for life is cruel and short like that.

Some people are very fortunate in that they could predict they’d be like that someday, because they have been made a big thing of before they die – but most teeter on usually without the vain slither of hope that it will ever be them.

Some, who experience this kind of fame during life, often remain in denial of their talent and so they don’t get to enjoy it whilst they can.

I have experienced moledro with a couple of authors who aren’t widely known or popular – I found their books through Goodreads giveaways before they closed them off to the UK and I found them on kindle really cheap – attempts at vanity publishing, I presumed because they gave up trying traditional publishers after many years of failure.

Here’s one that I can remember Alex Weinle, his book The Decapaphiliac: or love in the time of cappuccinos, it is an anthology of fantasy stories and in my opinion he is very similar to Neil Gaiman, though more macabre.

There are many others that have never been traditionally published where their stories have gripped my imagination so much so, that I still cannot believe why they are not huge household names by now?

An amazing short story I read in a magazine once by an author I can’t remember the name of – where an angel was attacked by a demon on Earth and she had her wings ripped off her and she was found by a mortal man who took her in and had a relationship with her – suffering from depression as she pretends to be a troubled mortal.  Eventually her stepdaughter found her wings in the closet and the story had ended and I thirsted for more.  Why was it so short, why wasn’t this writer known?

Moledro, do you have an infatuation with an author?  Are they still alive?  Are they traditionally published yet?  Let me know in the comments below about any gems you have found and let’s help these people build their confidence as a writer and get them to try again shall we?

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Tree of life

The raven upon the wing espies her brother

The warrior king

Soon to fly to his nest

She sings a last farewell

Meet you in Hell

She caws to them

They that tried to do her harm

She sounds her alarm

To wake all that slept this day

To tell them, she will fly away

To a nest of promises and love

She is better than the dove

For she is a warrior through and true

She will fight for all of you

You who sleep this day

She will lead the way

All you need is hope in your heart

That when she departs

She is free

That the enemy can’t get to her tree

For the lion prowls to guard

The tree of life’s safeguard

From the roves of demon hoards

Directing angels with their swords

To defend the tree of God

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TV and simple life’s pleasures

From the other day I forgot to mention another fandom I am hugely into; Dr Who.  The thing is, since living with Paul I am behind on all the series of Dr Who because it is a fight for me to watch anything in this house without being disturbed.

So I am several years out of sync with the TV and movie trends.

It’s annoying, because before I moved in with Paul I watched TV about 2 hours a day, usually movies or sci-fi, fantasy series and along with this I used to also buy specific magazines in the genre I am interested in – such as Rock music magazine and Sci-Fi Now.

For the six months living with Paul we didn’t own a TV, he didn’t want one and it was a battle to convince him to get one – he didn’t, my mum gave me one of her old ones instead and then he had to go and get a TV license, he resented her for this.

It’s one of the small things I was actually grateful of my mother doing!

These days I kind of keep up to date with things by watching movie and TV news on YouTube, so I am not totally in the dark about what’s going on – but I sit and watch in envy because I know most of the things I see up there are out of my budget and reach and I will only ever see things if it turns up on Freeview at a convenient time where the household isn’t going to disturb me!

Convenient times are hard to come by – generally I am left alone between 8:30 and 10pm most evenings, but Sunday is the best time for me if I want to watch something.  7pm to 10pm, this is why I was able to watch Lucifer until the seventh episode – I didn’t get to see anymore because Henry was sick and I missed a week and if I miss a week I know I can’t get it back so I gave it up.  It’s a shame because I got to like that series a lot!

We have watched “Zomboat” and “What we do in the shadows”, Paul and I because it was on around 10 or 11pm at night and its horror comedy, which Paul is OK with.

I have never gone to the cinema as an adult either; the last time I saw anything on cinema was when I was 12yrs old and that was Jurassic Park!

Simple life’s pleasures like watching TV seems a feat in this house, it’s so bloody weird how everything seems unobtainable whilst I live here – it’s like the house has cursed me!

I’m pretty sure my lung problem is to do with the damp, Paul denies it! 

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