WritingWithMudI write not with ink, but with mud, for mud is bare and knows only truth.
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Saturday, November 04, 2006

Inspired by a picture on www.faeriechronicles.com

Silence sings the water's song,
Secrets tell you you belong
Among the different kinds of fey,
List to them as they say...
'Come away on winds of chance,
Come and join our joyful dance,
Rest in our boats, and rest on our sand,
But silence hangs as a delicate strand,
Break not our peace, and join in our song,
Come now, friend... come along...'


A monologue that I wrote a while back:

Sometimes things don’t work out. Sometimes people stumble, they fall. Try as they might, they cannot seem to reach the highest branch on the tree. Those left behind weep, they weep for the lost and the found, they weep for all of those trapped in a sea of lies, and those who cannot admit the truth. Some understand, but as many turn their heads, they cover their ears, desperate to stay ignorant. Many times it’s easier to accept a lie then see the truth. But we must keep trying, keep reaching.


Thursday, June 22, 2006

Two poems, the first is new, the second was on my other site and I don't know whether or not I like the whole thing... Comment, bitte.

 

When I see you in the foggéd light

            Of the morn’s forgotten time,

I long to wish that all is right,

            And place your hands in mine.

 

Yet time through time again,

            I must turn to walk away,

And leave you in the misted rain,

            And wait tomorrow’s day.

 

____________________________

 

And the truth of night unbroken,
While the silence gave no token,
To those who wandered in the streams,
Of myths, and truth, and darkened dreams,
And stood us there with mouths closed,
Because of truth vowed 'no one knows'
The lies and non that we held dear,
That kept us close, kept us near,
To our own selves and to another,
The secrets threatining to smother
The lives we'd worked so hard to know,
The lives we'd worked so hard to grow,
Yet in a second all was gone,
The powers rulling came here anon,
And stole our lives, and stole our rights,
And stole our freedom,  with out a fight,
Powerless we stood in vain,
And wished dearly for Sir Noah's* rain...

*In the Bible, when God cleansed the Earth with rain for 40 days and 40 nights.*

© Kathryn Duncan


Monday, June 12, 2006

Lovéd moon

 

Junipers and midnight flowers,

Both brought forth by faerie powers.

Surrounds her and her lover’s grasp,

Wishing night would forever last.

Gently watched by lovéd moon,

Waiting for the sunlight soon

To be upon the loving pair,

Basking in the midnight air,

Free of all worried cares.

She stares into her lover’s eyes,

Deep and dark as midnight skies,

Just on kiss and one tear fall,

She wakes to find he’s not there at all.

It’s been a dream in her young mind,

She dreamt of love both true and kind.

 

She’s fall’n asleep beside their tree,

That first they did each other see,

And fell in love and gave their hearts,

Gave promises to never part.

 

She thinks of his last good-bye,

Underneath the clear night sky,

When he said he’d be home soon,

No later than the next full moon.

Two moons later she sits in wait,

From dawn until the time is late.

 

Seasons change and years fly by,

Leaving her with thoughts of ‘why?’

And ‘what has happened to cause him time,

One more moon and he should be mine.’

 

Yet that was years and years ago,

What happened to him, she does not know.

 

 

But finally her love returns!

But saddened as he quickly learns,

That she hath died one moon before,

Without her seeing him once more.

 

____________________________

 

His heart broken he runs away,

Not to return another day,

To the woods and to their tree,

Quickly towards he now flees.

 

He stops beside the great old tree,

And falls quickly to his knees.

And rests his head upon the bark,

In the still midnight dark.

 

Sleep and dreams upon him flow,

And in his dream and then he knows,

She is there,

She is near.

 

They dance again as lovers do,

Watched again by lovéd moon.

 

 

Friday, July 01, 2005

© Kathryn Duncan


Hello and welcome to my new Xanga, this is for the many stories and poems that I have had the pleasure of writing.

"If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, and magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin,
Come in, come in!"

                              -Shel Silverstein