I’ll build you a fortress
Build a stone ship, go to sea.
I’ll save you from the Element
Because you’ve already saved me.
I’ll draw a line in the sand
And hold back the waves with a spell.
Because you’ve already worked your magic
When you saved me from hell.
I’ll tame the white horses
Take to the saddle and ride.
I can conquer the Wild Woods
With you by my side.
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
The goblins got the blame when the sun failed to rise. Alderman Pickering, said that they had leaned a really long ladder up against the mountain during the night and plucked the sun straight out of the sky as it was rising.
Mr Hobson the village butcher said that was nonsense and it was more likely that one of the fisherman out on the far ocean had caught the sun’s reflection in their net, dragging the reflection down under the water where it was sunk and lost forever. Without a reflection, so Mr Hobson said, the sun would just not be able to shine anymore.
Then there were others who reckoned the sun was tired, shining looked such hard work after all and it would be back in a day or two after it had had a little rest.
But I knew it would never be back. For how could the sun shine down ever again, for last night you said that you did not love me but loved someone else.
© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
As I said at the beginning of the week I have been working hard on a new project. This has developed out of the final exam project for the University module I completed in the last academic year; a small idea that has grown and grown, this is its beginning.
A shout from one of her clan sisters brought her back to the moment. All the clans were coming together, flying south. She had never seen so many of her own kind before, eighty at least and more shapes appeared on the horizon all the time and slowly coalesced into the distinctive shape of more lizard birds.
Most were brown like her family. Some were grey, the winter sun glinting silver off of gleaming plumage, while others still appeared to sparkle an iridescent blue, light dripping on to their feathers like raindrops. While out front, leading them all, a white queen bird flew. Continue reading