Wednesday, 30 October 2013
You can feel Hecate's dark power in words, and I like reading Shakespeare's Macbeth at Halloween:
"Second witch: Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worms' sting,
Lizard's leg, and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble;
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
All witches: Double, double toil and trouble,
Fire, burn; and cauldron, bubble."
Why not write in this genre when you think you are alone, at night with the wind creaking the floorboards? Your back is to the door and it's more than likely you're wrong. Look into the shadows at the corner of the room furthest from the light.
And what of Magic, the part it plays in all of this? The Oxford dictionary defines magic as "the pretended art of influencing a course of events by occult control of nature or of spirits, witchcraft." Whether you believe in it's power or superstition, the distant cousin, I see magic in the everyday not just at Halloween. The shimmer of sunlight in the trees on a hot summer day and the patterns in the clouds during a rainstorm. There's much in nature that lends itself to this. The beautiful sensation of falling in love and feeling the other person's heart beat next to yours. How can that not be magical too?
On October, 31st to trick or treat is part of the magic of life, the fun we can have. Open that door if you dare, but be safe and enjoy this year's celebration of life, and death.
Saturday, 19 October 2013
I've written a number of poems too over the last couple of years, and would like to enter some competitions. I'm also thinking of compiling a poetry Anthology.
Scribble is a good venue for short stories www.parkpublications.co.uk/scribble.htmand Prize Magic has lots of ideas about where to submit the poems www.prizemagic.co.uk
I've recently discovered Twitter, the challenge of 140 characters or less. Please follow me https://twitter.com/SharonBradshaw0
I love old poetry Anthologies. An extract from an anonymous poem, printed in the 1918 edition of A Garland of Quiet Thoughts, makes me think that the writer understood the value in quiet perseverance.
"And on through the hours
The quiet words ring,
Like a low inspiration -
"Doe the nexte Thynge."
We do though keep going as that's the nature of life, but every time we do something different it changes us, however imperceptibly, and which leads then to more change. I guess that's also the case when we write, helping us find our elusive voice, and hopefully then publication.
Here's one of the poems I wrote some time ago about the changing seasons in a relationship.
"The snow's cold tonight,
my love, icicle
A teardrop froze
on stained window glass,
did you see it,
feel the distant touch
of Spring? It's waiting
for a thaw, to kiss
again the snowdrop.
just that our love
was once as wild
as the summer berry
in the forest,
where magic walks
under the oak.
a word - the sharp sting
of the nettle bed."
Snowdrops in Spring represent hope, new beginnings, the place we can eventually reach as we carry on. Happy writing, have a great weekend!
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Monday, 7 October 2013
A minute moves imperceptibly,
each second rests in memory,
a sepia thought. It lingers long
in the hallways of yesterday,
the flowers in laughter's field,
soft summer kisses,
a few words spoken in love.
And if all the clocks don't stop
as death dims our eyes, but
continue a hopeful pace into
the hour when hearts race again,
will you stretch out your hand,
for mine, in just one more breath?
This week's Magpie Tales image is by crilleb50. If you would like to read more stories and poems based on this please visit http://magpietales.blogspot.co.uk/