The Wood Nymph

Like a gentle rain

That caresses my cheek

With its sylvan light.
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Originally Published 15 June 2015

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Loki’s Moment

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Sky walking, cloud scudding
Quickly, disbelieving
The blue turns – dark’ning grey.
Wind of the north, fierce cold
Breaths with wicked intent,
His dissent – mischief snow.

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Home

A place I could no longer find
It belongs to a different time.
A myth,
Like Atlantis slipped beneath the sea.
Gone,
It no longer belongs to me.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Reminiscence

"Tizian 011" by Titian - The Yorck Project: 10.000 Meisterwerke der Malerei. DVD-ROM, 2002. ISBN 3936122202. Distributed by DIRECTMEDIA Publishing GmbH.. Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.

Tizian 011” by Titian – The Yorck Project: 10.000 Meisterwerke der Malerei. DVD-ROM, 2002. ISBN 3936122202. Distributed by DIRECTMEDIA Publishing GmbH.. Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.

Rivers of gold
Flow all about you,
A halo that illuminates your face.
You are a creature that belongs
To Titian or Tintoretto
Not here in the late twentieth-century.
I fear that if I disturb you from your dream
Then it’ll be I, not you, that shall awake.

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The Code of Chivalry

Day 26…

Made of sticks and stones

"Waterhouse, The Lady of Shallott, 1888" by John William Waterhouse - http://www.artble.com/artists/john_william_waterhouse/paintings/the_lady_of_shalott/more_information/analysis. Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.Waterhouse, The Lady of Shallott, 1888” by John William Waterhousehttp://www.artble.com/artists/john_william_waterhouse/paintings/the_lady_of_shalott/more_information/analysis. Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.

I would die for thee, my Queen;
If you would but glance my way.
Reach my hand beyond the veil,
Where no man has right to quest.

Take up my lance and fight
The Dragon and all the hordes of hell
For the favour of my Lady.
If for an hour, I could walk with thee,

Through the Green Wood upon the emerald sward,
Where flowers bloom in faerie bowers
In the star shine of that eternal land
Where power undimmed forever reigns.

I await for, but a single, word.
To take up my lance against the Infernal foe,
My Queen. For your honour, for the chance
To joust for your favour.

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The Code of Chivalry

I would die for thee, my Queen;
If you would but glance my way.
Reach my hand beyond the veil,
Where no man has right to quest.

Take up my lance and fight
The Dragon and all the hordes of hell
For the favour of my Lady.
If for an hour, I could walk with thee,

Through the Green Wood upon the emerald sward,
Where flowers bloom in faerie bowers
In the star shine of that eternal land
Where power undimmed forever reigns.

I await for, but a single, word.
To take up my lance against the Infernal foe,
My Queen. For your honour, for the chance
To joust for your favour.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Pearls

I want to get naked,

Dive into the water,

Dive down beyond belief.

I’ll swim to the moon

And if Luna will forgive me

We’ll get drunk on red wine

As we sing along to the tunes

In a little bar called Tranquillity.

But, if she won’t have me

I’ll swim on alone

On down to the depths

Where monsters lurk waiting

Amongst the fossils and the poets.

Swimming by treasure and holy relics

Along the sunken byways, now silent,

Where once Atlantis’s children

Laughed and played.

Perhaps I won’t find Atlantis

And Luna won’t forgive me

But it doesn’t really matter

For I’m not looking for treasure

I’m not searching for pearls

For riches corrupt, bangles just corrode.

For as long as there’s the ocean,

Water flowing over my skin,

I’ll just dive down forever.

Forever down, beyond belief.

 

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The Usurper

We’ll call this Day 5.5 of the 30 Reblogs of November shall we…

Made of sticks and stones

I opened the door to a stranger. I could tell he was not local due to the bluish tinge to his face which obscured his features and the severed head that he held up by the hair in his left hand. I recognised the severed head immediately for it was my brother.

I had not seen my brother for over thirty years and time had not been kind to him. There were maggots where his eyes once had been and bluebottles crawled leisurely in and out of his mouth.

“Darius,” the stranger spoke, though the voice was that of my brother “it is time for you to come join me beneath the green valleys where the River Styx flows.”

“You are mistaken.” I replied shaking my head “The deal was signed with blood; yours, your children, our Mother and Father. My victory in battle and life assured for your blood…

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The Usurper

I opened the door to a stranger. I could tell he was not local due to the bluish tinge to his face which obscured his features and the severed head that he held up by the hair in his left hand. I recognised the severed head immediately for it was my brother.

I had not seen my brother for over thirty years and time had not been kind to him. There were maggots where his eyes once had been and bluebottles crawled leisurely in and out of his mouth.

“Darius,” the stranger spoke, though the voice was that of my brother “it is time for you to come join me beneath the green valleys where the River Styx flows.”

“You are mistaken.” I replied shaking my head “The deal was signed with blood; yours, your children, our Mother and Father. My victory in battle and life assured for your blood sacrifice. “

“What life is this hiding out on a mountain afraid of those you have wronged?” spoke the stranger gesturing with his right hand to the vines that grew upon the slopes of my meagre plantation.

“It is life eternal, to the end of days. A deal with the Gods.”

“Brother.” I looked up into the stranger’s face, the ghostly bones of a skull stared back at me. In his right hand he now carried a sword which glowed pale blue “I am Death. I do not recognise the Gods and only I determine the end of days.”