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September 29, 2017

#FridayFantasy – Creatures of Jyndari – Maaygras

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A chill wind nipped across his face, stinging his cheeks and tousling the platinum-blond curls of his hair as the storm, congesting in the sky above, began to kindle its impending fury. Arching his wings against the bluster, Mardan muttered to himself with exasperation and shook his head. ‘Predictable of her to go missing’, he mused tetchily as he passed the next set of barns housing sheep and their herding companions; large, domesticated felines nearly equal in size to the sheep they guarded, called Maaygras. These powerful cats were as intelligent as they were temperamental and Mardan was careful to keep a respectful distance. Gazing through the doorway into the darkened interior for only a moment, Mardan hissed under his breath a second time and turned aside, but a glitter of light deep in the shadows of the barn’s hayloft where none should have been caused him to stop and gaze inward once again.

Listening keenly, he strained for a sound other than the snoring of sheep and the occasional purr of Maaygras while he stared upwards, his sight limited, yet discerning enough to detect a reflection of firelight where only darkness should have been. As the light of the bonfire streamed into the barn through the hayloft window, it was inadvertently refracted by the veil she was able to draw round herself; it’s sparkling giving Ilys away even in complete darkness. Stepping inside the warm barn, Mardan shook the chill from his wings and rubbed his hands together briskly, lowering his intense stare as if he had not taken notice of her and for several moments he stood quietly; gazing nonchalantly at the animals before returning to the doorway to peer out at the hushed encampment. Then, without preamble, he spoke.

“Sheep are certainly safer than nearly one hundred malefey.” Silence answered his words, but he expected nothing else. After a prolonged moment, he spoke to her again.

“I know you are there, Ilys. I saw you up in the hayloft.” Pausing to allow her a moment to consider her options, he smiled dimly at her stubborn silence.

“Even you cannot hide the reflection of light from your bending of it. Come down and speak with me.” His invitation was ignored, although one of the Maaygras got up from its place in a nearby corner and, glaring at him through half-closed jeweled eyes, slunk off into a quieter part of the barn.

An Excerpt from Dark Fey Breaking Into The Light, book three of the Dark Fey Trilogy

The story of Dark Fey is set in a fantasy realm of Jyndari, a world of beauty, magic, Light and Darkness. It is peopled by Feyfolk, winged beings the size of any human who are born with gifts; sometimes of telepathy or empathy and sometimes of magic and ethereal powers. Although it is an Epic YA Fantasy, the message of Dark Fey is based upon the horrifying true life events of the Lord’s Resistance Army and is relative to our own reality. It relates how the Power of Hope, Acceptance and Forgiveness can change the world, if you take Positive Action to create Change through doing what is Right.

The only way to achieve Peace is to become Peace.

Discover more at the All Things (Dark) Fey Website

~Morgan~

Beautiful Original Artwork by BlackMysticA @ DeviantArt

Filed under: Dark Fey, Friday FeyDay / Fantasy Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, creative writing, Epic Fantasy, Fairy Realm, Fantasy, Fantasy Books, Fantasy Landscape, Mythical Creatures, Mythical Landscape, YA Fantasy, ~Morgan~

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Published on September 29, 2017 10:56

#FridayFantasy – Creatures of Jyndari – Hasparii

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Coming towards them through the powdery snow was an immense deer, which stood easily six feet high at the shoulder. He was harnessed with light leather tack to an elegantly designed cart constructed of wood, which was carved with intricate designs and fashioned with runners, instead of wheels, to negotiate the deep snow of Jyndari winters.

The massive Hasparii tossed his head exuberantly in the newly falling snow; displaying his breathtaking rack of exquisitely twisting antlers that stretched to a breadth of nearly four feet from tip to tip. The two malefey who stood watching in awe-struck silence could not contain their smiles at his demonstration and, as he pranced towards them with a high-spirited gait, they stepped aside to make way for the extraordinary monarch of the forest with observable reverence.

An Excerpt from Dark Fey Breaking Into The Light, book three of the Dark Fey Trilogy

The only way to achieve Peace is to become Peace.

Discover more at the All Things (Dark) Fey Website

~Morgan~

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Published on September 29, 2017 06:27

September 28, 2017

#NationalPoetryDay – Nighttide – #Diamante #Poem

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Nighttide

Enduring Synchronicity

Whispering, Engendering, Transcending

Velveteen Magic, Mystery Afar

Sparkling, Scintillating, Life-Giving,

Breathtaking Splendor

Stars

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Photograph by Norseman1968 via Flickr. Thank You!

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Diamante Poem, National Poetry Day, Nature, Night, photography, Poem, poetry, Stars, Tranquility, Whispers, ~Morgan~

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Published on September 28, 2017 17:00

#NationalPoetryDay – Singing – #Alliteration #Poetry

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Singing

In the Sweetened Silence,

The sugar-sweet Serenade swam

In the sea of our Serenity,

Sighing.

~Morgan~

Beautiful Photography by Sam Tang

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Alliteration, Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Harmony, Meditation, National Poetry Day, Nature, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Silence, ~Morgan~

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Published on September 28, 2017 16:30

#NationalPoetryDay – Silence – #AcrosticPoem

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S – Stillness, crisp and Light upon the breeze,

I – Incandescent Glitter through the leafless trees,

L – Lingering Luster of Summer’s Balm,

E – Echoes of laughter in the Glistening Calm,

N – November Russets Transcending the Rush,

C – Chills Enticing through the Whispering Hush,

E – Evanescence of warmth in the December Freeze.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful Photograph found on: wallpaperscraft.com Credit acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You!

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: Beautiful Photographs, BnV, BooknVolume, Harmony, National Poetry Day, Nature, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Shifting Seasons, spirituality, ~Morgan~

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Published on September 28, 2017 14:30

#NationalPoetryDay – Potent Power #FreeVerse #Poetry

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Words

Like a Pallet of Paint to Bedeck a barren canvas with Depths otherwise Unknown,

Stand Ready to unmask me.

Call I then upon their Potent Power to Speak for me in Tongues

I would otherwise be ignorant of, and let them Spill Out in Endless Fashion

That, by some means as I may be incapable of,

Tell the Secret Truth about my Heart of Hearts.

Listen, then, with an Attent ear so each word may Fulfill its Purpose.

Give over the Admiration of an accusing mind to the Power of these pawns,

Which now I use so grossly to Unfold myself

And Muse upon this Dilemma, so Beguiling of nature.

There is a numbing silence,

Which Parades around the Inmost parts of me.

An Acquiescence of Spirit that, at times, threatens to Undo me.

Murderous and Suffocating in its heaviness of burden,

Pain taunts my every fiber.

The Shallowness of Love and it’s every Endeavor,

It’s every deception,

It’s every Blaze of Unbridled Passion and Confusion of Ecstasy,

Spin my senses Beyond my comprehension.

What is there, Then, in this simple Plan of Existence we call Reality

To give us any semblance of Meaning or Purpose?

How do we Measure the Challenge of continued breath against the chaos

Of each Beat of our Hearts?

There is an Unquestionable Merit to Patience that I am yet to Understand.

Give me Greed, hatred, or luckless ambition, for by these meager actions

Exists a sense of reason, but what of Love?

It does not give us any Measure of Profit,

Yet we track it as relentlessly as we pursue revenge.

It is Belittling.

It is Empowering.

It is Madness cast upon a writhing sea wherein there lies little Hope.

It is Bitter, Severing Loneliness;

A Place I run to where I might Hide myself and from where I run to hide.

Still; I cannot Hide.

Love is All I truly Long for,

Hope for,

Dream of.

It is the Apparition, the Mirage I witness all around and, yet, cannot Touch.

Each time I suppose myself to be Attaining it,

Love Vanishes into Silvery nothingness,

only to Reappear at the very limit Of my Perception.

Shall I, then, chase after it?

Or shall I sit down among the dry and dusty tumbleweeds

to Wait out the heat of yet another wearisome day?

Nay.

I stand.

I walk.

I run.

Ever and Always, Chasing the Muse.

With Hope as Expectant within me as the Glorious Vision itself,

Casting all my Anticipation upon The One

Who is Ever Capable of combating all the Ruthlessness of this bleak Existence,

and in that Decisive Act of Irrevocable Trust,

I Behold the Manifestation.

~Morgan~

Beautiful Photography by Sortvind at Deviantart.com

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, depression, Fear, Inspiration, life, National Poetry Day, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, relationships, spirituality, Waiting, ~Morgan~

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Published on September 28, 2017 12:30

#NationalPoetryDay – Onyx (Lune)

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Caress of Onyx

Starless Night

Shivering Silence

The lune (rhymes with moon) is a very short poem. It’s similar to the popular haiku form of poetry. While a haiku follows a 5/7/5 syllable pattern, the lune’s syllable pattern is 5/3/5. Typically, since the middle line is restricted to three syllables, it is the shortest line of the three.

~Morgan~

Beautiful Photograph found on: rebloggy.com Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer. Thank you !

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, Darkness, Fear, National Poetry Day, Nature, Night, photography, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, Silence, ~Morgan~

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Published on September 28, 2017 10:30

#NationalPoetryDay – Gazing – #Love #Poetry

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Gazing

Into Your Gaze

Gazing

Back at Me

Staring

At a work of Heaven

Staring

Into me

Longing

For Your Gentle Touch

Longing

To Touch me

Passion

Ignited by Your Charms

Passion,

Speaking Wordlessly

Gazing

Into Your Piquant Gaze

Gazing

Back at Me!

~Morgan~

Beautiful Original Artwork by: AlexandraVBach on DeviantArt

Filed under: Poetry Tagged: BnV, BooknVolume, Longing, Love Poetry, NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Day, passion, Poem, poetry, Poetry Blog, relationships, Romance, ~Morgan~

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Published on September 28, 2017 08:30

#NationalPoetryDay – In The Hush

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In the Hush

And the stillness of Morn

Transcendence Awakens

Harmony is Born

Willows Whispering

Upon the Bright Breeze

Tranquility

Singing from the Trees

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In the Silence

Of the Lavender Eventide

Contemplation Stirs

From Deep Inside

Shadows Lingering

Beneath the Glow of the moon

Sweet Serenity

Chanting in the Bloom

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In the Stillness

of the Velveteen Night

Perspicacity Shimmers

In the Sparkling Light

Indigo Embrace

Sound of the Sky

Harmonious Tones

Teach the Spirit to Fly!

~Morgan~

Beautiful Photographs found at: commons.wikimedia.org, randomwallpapers.net & by Daniel Greenwood. Grateful Appreciation acknowledged to the Amazing Original Photographers. Thank You