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The storyteller and bard continues her miscellaneous folklore and mythology based tales.Gather under the tree with the traveling bard while she recounts poetry and short stories centering around various mythical and magical creatures. Month by month her project grew as her supporters lent their ears. Here and there she shares some artwork, some snippets about her books, and even a little in the realms of meditation. This is the second year of her Patreon anthology, and this is arranged in month by month format. This anthology is a handy gathering of the year's work, not including the progress made in the "Selkies' Skins: Temple and Skinquest" manuscript which will be provided her patrons separately.

This title contains color art among the leaves and is best viewed on a color capable device. Black and white does not give the full impact.



Print editions will hopefully be later this month or next.
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Startled: Kitsune Poem
Published Sep 16, 2015
It's early for the October Poem, I'm still considering what creature to choose for the official October poem. Since I have not felt well enough to work on the next installment of Selkies' Skins here is an extra poem, with the caveat I am getting back to the story after recuperating enough.

Startled

A flash of silver
then it’s gone.
What was that
across the lawn?

In the hedge
blue eyes watch.
While we
enter our lodge.

Across the sea
Green eyes gaze
upon young
at their play.

A red tail
strives to stay still.
Gleeful tail
has own will.

Between, a table
hides the clue.
But a dog barks-
and a flash, blue.

Rustling fabric
reveals the crying fox
running away
despite sad squawks.

Kitsune, where
Do you dash so?
Your lover calls
“come home.”


Want to help keep my writing funded? Drop however much you like to me via Paypal for a one time donation, or use Patreon to set up a small monthly donation. The donations help pay costs such as editing, but also help put food on the table. Rather make an offline tip? Write me for a mailing address. 

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Catchup Post
September's Poem: Song of the Phoenix
Published Sep 14, 2015
I'm a little late posting this one. I thought I had earlier but between hectic and sick I apparently forgot to.


Song of the Phoenix

In the morn I rise
A blazing sun of glory
Golden eyed and shining
A feather dropped quicks the dead
And my wrath the desert dread

In the morn I rise
A gleaming star of heat
Wings spread wide to the sun
My tear cleanses grievous wounds
Perhaps grants some other boons

In the morn I rise!
My wings beat against the skies
I make the winds to storm
And through the years I sail
Aloft, a-wing, and my approach hail’d

At night though, I fall
Worn and tired by the day
Mine 1,000 to your but one
I am grown dull and wear, at last
On my pyre nest I will softly rest

In the night, a fire!
Glorious rapture, to burn away
To the ashes and dust I return
A gleaming egg rests now in ember nest
Heated through the night, as is best

In the morn, I rise!
I rise! I rise!
The shell cracks and sets me free
Sets me free to once more be
Now I ask, do you know me?


Want to help keep my writing funded? Drop however much you like to me via Paypal for a one time donation, or use Patreon to set up a small monthly donation. The donations help pay costs such as editing, but also help put food on the table. Rather make an offline tip? Write me for a mailing address. 

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Or you can become a monthly patron through Patreon!

Thank you for being part of the story behind the story.


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 I started a Patreon last night/early this morning. I promised that if at least $10 were reached that in addition to the story postings I'd add a monthly poem about random fantasy animals. Not only is that goal met, but the goal that will help me get better room lighting has been too. Thank you! This funding really helps a lot.



The first of the monthly poems:

Unicorn

 

Soft steps in questing woods

The scent of loam abounds

A shimmer dances between trees

Bringing maidens to gentle knees

 

Eyes locked in communion

Soul to soul the call doth fly

A gust of wind between them wends

And slowly regal neck lightly bends

 

Maiden’s hand shaking extends

A touch of flesh to velvet nose

A silver horn lances through her night

Setting evil dreams to panicked flight

 

In the distance trumpets blare

He reels round and vanishes

A vision, an illusion, momentary confusion?

Whichever, he has cleared away delusion.

 

Run then along the winding paths

Lone and proud to shining pool

To the wild forest’s dark and secret heart

 

From whence longing dreams doth start

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