A legend among the elves is retold...(This chapter is not quite finished, but will be soon)
Autumn is my favourite season of the year and here's why . . .
Another rather pointless story...ok totally pointless story...with a lot of pretty imagry. I was just bored and felt the need to express myself in some obscure way. This story is kind of a glimpse into the inner me ( the girl in the story was meant to be myself), and when I realized that it wasn't going anywhere I decided to add the Unicorn in. I guess that's the kind of encounter I always dreamed of, although the writing itself is a little repetitive. A nice light read, again if you like picturing pretty things in your head with not much else behind them.
A somewhat sad/nostalgic poem about what might happen if Spring and Autumn were to be personified into lovers...
Autumn spun frost shimmers and painted leaves. Change howled and danced. Safely cuddled into Mother Earth an Oak baby dreamt. At first the Acorn dreamt of The Fall.
Thanks for your patients everyone. This is a rough draft, so please keep that in mind. And if I have grammer mistakes, please point out where they are, so I can fix them. Thanks!
The fiery glow of the fallen leaves; A bird that watches from the trees . . .
This poem is from the perspective of Death as she walks through the land on a day in late autumn.
I have never done so much thinking, planning, editing, re-editing and re-writing. This is my favourite piece so far, and it is dedicated to the one and onlyMuffin Girl, because she is the most fantastic editor. Thank you Alice for taking all the time to do this for me! Enjoy the finished thing, this is for you!
A lovely vision of Lady Autumn. Part of the inspiration came from artist, Jonathon Earl Bowser's 'Singer of the Autumn Lullabye(http://www.jonathonart.com/aut.html)
This was a story I wrote for my Finnish lesson and then translated into English. It's very personal to me, about leaving and staying behind. About going Home and still being lost. No more words.
For long periods of time, this is my favorite song. When it's my favorite song, I often write another verse. The first and the three last stanzas always remain in those positions, so if you don't want to read the whole thing (I think it's 180 lines now), read those four and comment. I regard this as a parody of how Hallowe'en is sometimes perceived.
So. This is for Brandi^_^ because she is a wonderful person and wrote me a double sestina and a regular one, and so i thought i'd writer her a double... and because she loves Morn, who is the speaker in italics. This is my first stab at a double sestina, partially to try to break a block, but yeah... it's about Natham who is Autumn and his Keeper, Morn- sort of a guard. Heh...^_~
Some things never change, but some do. In times of peace or war, with strength or without, a cycle continues always in time.
My story for Herscher Project 19: The Gift of VisionMy 'gift' was the word 'autumn' (thank you Stephanie!) and the Vision part was one MtG card I picked out of five autumn related cards: Autumn WillowI hope you'll like this one. It's quite abstract, but I like it :)