Yecheilyah’s First Poetry Contest: Announcing the Runner-Up Winner!

Good Morning!

I am so excited that Colleen has given me the keys to the house once again and I’d like to take this time to thank her for allowing me to host my first contest on her blog.

Additionally, I’d like to thank each of you for your support of our Poetry Contest, those of you who entered and those of you who wanted to enter but did not have the opportunity to do so. Know that, with your support, we’d like to host this contest at least once a year so no worries, there will be other chances! Finally, thank you to everyone who shared the original post across social media, reblogged, etc. We could not have done this without you.

Drumm Roollll…

As we stated, depending on the number of entries, we will have some runner ups. While there can only be One Grand Prize Winner, today we would like to take the time to introduce to you our amazingly talented runner up. Please show her some love:

JauNelle Hugee

Congratulations JauNelle! Before we get to your poem, why don’t you tell us a little bit about yourself and what inspired your poem?

JH: Thank you very much for this opportunity to showcase my heart with words. Although I haven’t written much, there is more to come as I have made up for lost time with my poetry this month!

My name is Jau’Nelle from DC. I have just gotten back into embracing my love and a sense of purpose with writing, but up until now, I’ve been elaborating other creative mediums.


I am a highly sought after innovative and creative speaker for teens in the D.C. area. I am also a reading tutor and enrichment teacher focusing on ceramics, glass fusion and also handmade all natural body butters!

(EC interjects: “Heey. You better gone on head now! OK, sorry. Got ahead and finish lol)

About My Poem

This poem was inspired by the time I spent living in New York but soon returned to D.C. While there, I met many beautiful spirits, but one struck me as unforgettable; he was a rapper, and his song came on my iPod. Instantly, I was taken back to the time we had spent together and how I missed him dearly.

Beautiful. We truly enjoyed your piece “My Brooklyn Song” (Where I Left My Heart)” so thanks so much for sharing it with us. My favorite line was:

“The chosen ones find hope on the porous dirt where things make sense, and more life can exist.”

Can you explain a little bit about that line and what it means to you?

JH: I appreciate that you enjoy that line! It’s my favorite as well.

This is a reference to the fullness and feeling of being over whelmed. In the lines prior, I didn’t mention tears but the swelling up and overflowing refers to the tears as well as individual destiny. Each tear has a meaning. Some were meant to hit the chest, the others fall to the ground, back to the foundations from where we all come. It is here they can be more than merely tears but nurture and give life in other ways. The process represents, purging, going back to the beginning and making a positive change in the midst of unfulfilled desires.

Once again JauNelle thanks so much for participating in our contest and sharing your heart with us. Without further ado everyone we give you:

“His Brooklyn Song (Where I left my Heart)” by JauNelle Hugee.

His song reminds me of Brooklyn.

The way his hands used to hold mine

the curl of his long thick lashes dancing over the bright twinkling in his eyes when he laughs.

The subtle smell of Henny & white rhino on his breath,

and the most breathtaking view of his world that I have ever known.

His world whirls around us, but together we are solitude.

When I hear his Brooklyn song, I am full.

Too full…

and the weight of it overwhelms me,

consumes me,

overflowing through my eyes.

With burning ears, I find refuge as it races down my cheeks.

The lucky drops erupt on my chest.

The chosen ones find hope on the porous dirt where things make sense and more life can exist.

I feel great relief but I am thousands of miles away and never again be filled full.

Not until I am home again, singing his song of Brooklyn.

©2017 JauNelle Hugee

If you would like to reach out to JauNell or see more of her writing, you can reach her at her email: jhugee8@gmail.com or by her Facebook handle: https://m.facebook.com/jaunelle.hugee

Don’t forget, the Grand Prize Winner and winning poem will be announced next week!! Monday, August 7, 2017.

We are so excited for you all to hear this one. The grand announcement will take place on Yecheilyah’s blog at WWW.THEPBSBLOG.COM so be sure to stop by, subscribe, and await the winner of our first annual poetry contest!

Sincerely,

Yecheilyah Ysrayl

Colleen Chesebro

Lisa W. Tetting

A Super #Greek Summer #Book #Sale!

Last week as part of my Author Spotlight Guest Posts, Effrosyni Moschoudi, wrote a captivating article about her experiences with her guardian angels. Click HERE to read this piece. The best news is that Effrosyni has these books listed at a special price today!

If you love stories of romance and angels, make sure to download The Amulet for FREE on Amazon July 28 – 30, 2017.

Buy The Amulet for FREE here

MARK YOUR CALENDARS!

 

I promise the alluring Greek island paradise described in The Amulet will be the next best thing to an actual beach holiday!

 

Corfu, Greece – Photo by Effrosyni Moschoudi

While you’re on Effrosyni’s AMAZON PAGE on US or UK, make sure to check out The Lady of the Pier trilogy as well.

If you enjoy sweet romances and stories of reincarnation or haunting spirits, you are going to love these books!

All three books will be 99c/99p for a very short time.


Buy The Ebb
here,

Buy The Flow
here,

Buy The Storm
here

While you’re at it, stop by and visit this author and say hello. You’ll be glad you did.

❤ Connect with Effrosyni ❤

Blog EffrosyniWrites.com

Facebook Effrosyni Moschoudi – Author Page (@authoreffrosyni) https://www.facebook.com/authoreffrosyni/

Twitter @FrostieMoss https://twitter.com/FrostieMoss

Click on the links below to find more books by Effrosyni Moschoudi:

Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Effrosyni-Moschoudi/e/B00I5JKMXS

Amazon UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/Effrosyni-Moschoudi/e/B00I5JKMXS

 Until the next time… ❤

#Fairies, #Myths, & #Magic Author Spotlight Guest Posts – “Magical Healing Powers that We Possess,” by Author, Balroop Singh

Welcome to my Author Spotlight – Guest Posts

“I have started a new feature on my blog, called Author Spotlight – Guest Posts. As you can see from the image above, I am looking for themed posts about fairies, myths, and magic. If you are an interested author and would like to be featured on my blog, please click HERE to find out more.” ~Colleen~

Author and Poet, Balroop Singh

Magic figures prominently in my writing and is one of my favorite subjects. Imagine my happiness when the poet, Balroop Singh, agreed to write about something dear to my heart – the magical healing powers that each of us possesses.

I’ve been reading Balroop’s poetry from her blog for a few years now. Her words and descriptions always propel me to a new level of enjoyment. As a former teacher, Balroop says that her students are her real inspiration. Many life lessons were learned between her and the students she loved. These experiences find their way into her inspiring poetry.

I haven’t read any of her poetry books yet, but I have a feeling that I will. Her newest book is called, Emerging from Shadows, Poetry by Balroop Singh, and is available on Amazon.

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“From darkness into light, from despair onto the wider ways of hope… life oscillates between sunshine and shadows. Emerging from shadows is a choice, which lies dormant, which can be gently inspired by self-talk. Each poem in this book banks on the hope of emerging stronger, saner, positive and resilient. Each poem in this book would talk to you, revealing layers of enclosed emotions. Each poem would divulge a secret path that could lead you into the world of poise and serenity.

When turbulences hit, when shadows of life darken, when they come like unseen robbers, with muffled exterior, when they threaten to shatter your dreams, it is better to break free rather than get sucked into the vortex of emotions.”

MAGICAL HEALING POWERS THAT WE POSSESS

I approach you with the magic of words…words that soothe, words that can heal, words that emit positive vibes, which are hard to miss!

Poets create their own land of fantasy with those words, which can transport you beyond the horizon. Yes! You can watch all the hues of love, life, and illusions. You can choose what fancies you and hang in there as long as you want to.

Do you want to visit that land of fantasy just now? Please read my haiku and look up at the sky:

Waves speak to me

Of unknown love that breathes

Whispering wondrous tunes.

©2017 Balroop Singh

I am sure those tunes are reverberating around you! Welcome to this world, which my latest book ‘Emerging From Shadows’ reveals to you. Here, reality and fantasy merge into each other to expunge moments of distress. Shadows symbolize all those moments, which are persistent, which refuse to forsake us despite our best efforts to move on.

Do we have the power to convert those moments of anguish and dejection into learning blocks? Yes! Our mind possesses that magical power to spin them around and present them back to us with a new flavor.

I discovered this power quite unknowingly. When grief becomes unbearable when it keeps dragging you down into the deepest dumps, when you feel the choking unbearable, when inner darkness shrouds you when you are surrounded by misfortunes, when nothing seems to work, and you don’t have any choice, you have to rely on the magical powers within you.

The magical world of self-healing lies within our reach; we just have to look within, introspect and feel the shimmer, struggling to stretch beyond our expectations.

Consider this excerpt from one of my poems:

 

Speaking soothing syllables to myself

I try to form new words

Words of self-solace

Words of wisdom that are forced out

That could resonate with pain…

©2017 Balroop Singh

Pain is not individualistic; it permeates this universe, encompassing all that comes within its ambit, touching everyone with its icy finger. Sometimes it tries to smash our spirit, but words of self-solace come to our rescue, stirring the magical power of positivity.


How to keep that magic alive?

My book ‘Emotional Truths Of Relationships’ lays bare the magic of words and positivity:


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Talk to yourself. Self- talking is a powerful tool in our hands. Let the talk go on and on, don’t try to give it a direction. Let the positive and negative thoughts flow on. When they exhaust themselves, then sift through your thoughts and pick up the positive ones to convince yourself about the situation you are trying to handle.

Accept. that you are just going through a bad phase. Everybody has to. Calm down and accept that you don’t have any control over some circumstances, but you can control the damage, which the present situation might do, to your mental and emotional health.

Share your thoughts. Don’t conceal your wounds. When you speak out your mind, half of the burden wears off. You can discuss your anxieties and fears with a person you trust, a friend or sister, someone you are comfortable with. It gives immense relief, and you will feel lighter.

Let the tears flow. They bring about catharsis and have an amazing healing power. The pain of your heart will melt away for the time being. Let all the thoughts of regret, guilt, and forgiveness visit you again and again and let them flow away.

Pour your heart out. Write down all your thoughts; give vent to the remorse and the censure and frame your answers to all the questions that are troubling you. Put them into words as their magic could empower you and endow you with a strange self- satisfaction, and self-healing.

All my books try to keep the magic of words alive. You can have a look at them:

Find Balroop Singh’s Author Page on Amazon

Balroop Singh, a doting grandma, and a dedicated wife is a former teacher and an educationalist who always had a passion for writing.  She is a poet, a non-fiction writer, and a relaxed blogger. She writes about people, emotions, and relationships. A self-published author, she has written five books and her fifth book ‘Emerging From Shadows’ was launched on 21 July 2017.

Balroop Singh has always lived through her heart. She is a great nature lover; she loves to watch birds flying home. The sunsets allure her with their varied hues that they lend to the sky. She can spend endless hours listening to the rustling leaves and the sound of waterfalls. The moonlight streaming through her garden, the flowers, the meadows, the butterflies cast a spell on her. She lives in San Ramon, California.

You can visit my blog called Emotional Shadows at http://balroop2013.wordpress.com

❤ CONNECT WITH BALROOP ❤

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BalroopShado

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Emotional-Shadows/151387075057971

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/0/+BalroopSinghsrao/posts

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/balroops/

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7340810.Balroop_Singh

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Balroop-Singh/e/B00N5QLW8U/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0

072017_1900_AuthorSpotl15.pngThanks for stopping by to meet Balroop Singh. ❤

“Doubts,” A #Haibun

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Welcome to my contribution to my Weekly Poetry Challenge, where you can write your own Haiku, Tanka or Haibun using the prompt words of “heat and confuse.”

Instead of the word heat, I used zeal. For the word, confuse, I decided to use, blurring. Synonyms are your friends when writing poetry. Don’t be afraid to use thesaurus.com to find new meanings to the prompt words.

The heat shimmers in ripples above the daisies bowing their heads in respect to the glory of the afternoon sun. I pause in my trek, overwhelmed with the splendor of the scene. I turn my head and listen to bees droning as if performing a sacred rite during their pollen spreading journeys as they flit from blossom to blossom. The heady scent of the undulating grasses fills me with a giddy joy. I smile and reach my hands toward the sky, thankful for the warmth of the sun upon my face. Without warning, the memories of a different time and place flood my senses, catching me off guard. Doubt shadows my thoughts.

My turmoil grows –
blurring my zeal for the truth
l am lost, not found.
I long to live in the light
to find my true destiny.

© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro


Thanks for stopping by. See you next week. 

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: HEAT & CONFUSE

Happy POETRY Tuesday everyone!

Are you ready to get groovy with your poetry? Then, you’re in the right place! Pull up a chair, and let’s write some poetry.

Image credit: Pinterest.com/poetry gallery

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge you can write your poem in one of the three forms defined below:

HAIKU in English

TANKA

HAIBUN

You can do one poem or try to do one of each. It’s up to you – YOUR CHOICE. The instructions follow below:

HOW TO CREATE THE HAIKU in ENGLISH POETRY FORM

Are you new to writing the Haiku in English poetry form? Please read my page, How to Write a Haiku in English.

HOW TO CREATE THE TANKA POETRY FORM

Tanka poems are based on syllable structure much the same way a Haiku is written in the 5/7/5 format.

The Tanka form is easy to create: 5/7/5/7/7 and is a Haiku with two extra lines, of 7 syllables each consisting of five separate lines.

What makes a Tanka different from a Haiku is that the first three lines (5/7/5) are the upper phase. This upper stage is where you create an image in your reader’s mind.

The last two lines (7/7) of a Tanka poem are called the lower phase. Now here is where it gets interesting. The lower stage, the final two lines, should express the poet’s ideas about the image that was created in the three lines above.

Visit Jean Emrich at Tankaonline.com
CLICK THE LINK TO SEE THE EXAMPLES and to learn how to write a Tanka poem

HOW TO CREATE THE HAIBUN POETRY FORM

Naturewriting.com shares how to write a Haibun poem. Please follow the rules carefully.

Writing Haibun

“The rules for constructing a haibun are simple.

  • Every haibun must begin with a title.
  • Haibun prose is composed of terse, descriptive paragraphs, written in the
    first person singular.
  • The text unfolds in the present moment, as though the experience is occurring now rather than yesterday or some time ago. In keeping with the simplicity of the accompanying haiku or tanka poem, all excessive words should be pared down or deleted. Nothing must ever be overstated.
  • The poetry never attempts to repeat, quote or explain the prose.
  • Instead, the poetry reflects some aspect of the prose by introducing a different step in the narrative through a microburst of detail.
  • Thus the poetry is a sort of juxtaposition – seemingly different yet somehow connected.

It is the discovery of this link between the prose and the poetry that offers one of the great delights of the haibun form. The subtle twist provided by an elegantly envisaged link, adds much pleasure to our reading and listening.

Some Common Forms of Modern Haibun

1. The basic unit of composition– one paragraph and one poem

Idyll
We guide our canoe along the shores of beautiful Lake Esquagama. It is nine o’clock at night on this evening of the summer solstice. As the sun begins to dim the lake becomes still as glass. Along the shore, forests of birch are reflected in its mirrored surface, their ghostly white trunks disappearing into a green canopy. The only sound is a splash when our bow slices the water. We stop to rest the paddles across our knees, enjoying the peace. Small droplets from our wet blades create ever-widening circular pools. Moving on, closer to the fading shore, we savour these moments.

quiet
as a feather
on the breeze
the distant call
of a loon

2. The prose envelope – prose, then poem, then prose

Echoes of Autumn
I walk quietly in the late afternoon chill, birdsong silent, foliage deepened into shade, a rim of orange over darkening hills.

through soft mist
the repeated call
of one crow

Reaching the gate then crossing the threshold I breathe the scent of slow-cooking, the last embers of a fire, red wine poured into gleaming crystal, the table – set for two …

3. Poem then prose

(Rather than begin with a single tanka, I wrote a tanka set or sequence, followed by the prose. In contemporary haibun writing, the poems are occasionally presented in couplets or in longer groups).

The Road to Longreach
the coastal fringe
of green and blue
disappears
behind the gateway
to the outback

wheat, sorghum
and cotton stubble
glistens
in the autumn sun
as hawks patrol above

sunflowers
faces to the sky
the last blaze of colour
in the dryland’s
barren outlook

brown soil
of the rural strip
surrenders to
brick red, burnt ochre
of the open range

beyond
and further out –
in orange dust
a single cornstalk
displays its tassel

Days pass as we move through the desolate landscape, carved into two parts by the road we travel on, a continual ribbon drawing us straight ahead into its vanishing point, where only spinifex grass and saltbush lies between us and our destination.

4. The verse envelope — poem, prose, then poem

Winter Magic
silver light
thick hoar-frost
covers the window

Ice shapes resembling small fir trees stretch across the glass, while delicate snow flowers sparkle around them. Lost in its beauty, I move through this crystal garden as my warm fingers trace up and down, leaving a smudged pathway.
Mother’s voice interrupts, “Susan, come away from that cold window and get dressed or the school bus will leave without you!”

burning hoop pine
scent of a warm kitchen
oatmeal with brown sugar

5. Alternating prose and verse elements

The Sentinel
I climb round and round close to the outside wall, to avoid the railing where the stair treads narrow about their central post. A semi-circular platform rests high above. Its glass windows provide a sweeping view. Counting the last few steps, I finally reach the top of the Moreton Bay Lighthouse, where I gaze in awe at the ocean below.

the rising sun
an endless pathway
of molten gold

Outside the lighthouse, lamp is rotating. I disengage it as there is no need for its warning light. Now the bold red and white stripes of the lighthouse itself will become the beacon. I study the turbulence of the deep waters churning the rocky shore below. The subtle changes in the wind, waves, and tides are entered in my log book – these brief markers of the ever-transforming seascape that surrounds me.

ebb tide
a foot print shelters
one tiny crab”

Here are some great sites that will help you write your poetry and count syllables.

thesaurus.com

For Synonyms and Antonyms. When your word has too many syllables, find one that works.

howmanysyllables.com

Find out how many syllables each word has. I use this site for all my Haiku and Tanka poems. Click on the “Poetry Workshop” tab to create your Haiku or Tanka.

THE RULES

I will publish the Tuesday prompt post at 12: 03 A.M. Mountain Standard Time (Denver
Time). 
That should give everyone time to see the prompt from around the world.

WRITE YOUR POEM ON YOUR BLOG as a post.

How Long Do You Have and Your Deadline: You have a week to complete the Challenge with a deadline of Monday at 12:00 P.M. (Noon)
Denver time, U. S. A. This will give me a chance to add the links from everyone’s poem post from the previous week, on the new prompt I send out on Tuesday. I urge everyone to visit the blogs and comment on everyone’s poem.

The rules are simple.

I will give you two words that you need to use (in some form) in the writing of your poetry. This will be a challenge in writing your Haibun poem. Follow the rules carefully.

The two words can be used in any way you would like to use them. Words have different definitions, and you can use the definitions you like. Feel free to use synonyms for the words when the poetry form calls for it.

LINK YOUR BLOG POST TO MINE WITH A PINGBACK. To do a Pingback: Copy the URL (the HTTPS:// address of my post) for the current week’s Challenge and paste it into your post. You may also place a copy of your URL of your post in the comments of the current week’s Challenge post.

Because of the time difference between where you are, and I am, you might not think your link is there. I manually approve all links. People participating in the challenge may visit you and comment or “like” your post. I also need at least a Pingback or a link in the comments section to know you took part and to include you in the Weekly Review section of the new prompt on Tuesday.

BE CREATIVE. Use your photos and create “Visual POETRY” if you wish, although it is not necessary. Use whatever program you want to make your images.

As time permits, I will visit your blog, comment, and TWEET your POETRY

If you add these hashtags to your post TITLE (depending on which poetry form you use) your poetry may be viewed more often:

#Haiku, #Tanka, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose

IF YOU DO NOT HAVE YOUR TWITTER ACCOUNT LINKED TO YOUR BLOG – I WILL NO LONGER TWEET YOUR POETRY… THERE IS NO SENSE SINCE YOUR TWEET BECOMES PART OF WORDPRESS.COM AND THERE IS NO ATTRIBUTION BACK TO YOU.

CLICK HERE TO LEARN HOW TO LINK YOUR WORDPRESS BLOG TO TWITTER

You may copy the badge I have created to go with the Weekly Poetry Challenge Post and place it in your post:

HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK FOR OUR 43RD POETRY CHALLENGE USING THE WORDS – CALM & WILD:

(Please make sure to visit the other participants. We learn from each other. <3)

Parallels – Reena Saxena

Tanka Tuesday: Withheld breath – Jane Dougherty Writes

Though I Roam Wild – By Sarah

Stormy #Tanka | Trent’s World (the Blog)

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge | CALM & WILD – Mick E Talbot Poems

Waking Up Thirsty – nosaintaugustine

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge | CALM & WILD #42 – Mick E Talbot Poems

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge Calm & Wild | Annette Rochelle Aben

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge | CALM & WILD #41 – Mick E Talbot Poems

Her Eulogy | like mercury colliding…

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE – #HAIKU: CALM & WILD | But I Smile Anyway…

images of nature (tanka #12) – Stories

Home | Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Lonely – Playing with words

Images of Nature/Stories – a part of Life

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge Calm & Wild

#Tanka: Calm & Wild | Charmed Chaos

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge/Edwina’s Episodes

Final Destination | rivrvlogr

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: CALM & WILD | willowdot21

Living (Haiku) | Darkness of His Dreams

Wild Woods | The Syllabub Sea

CALM AND WILD | WANDSANDUNICORNS

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – my #Tanka – Calm & Wild | M J Mallon Author

The Muse: Haibun | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

Calm & Wild | thoughts and entanglements

Call and Response: July Landscape | method two madness

Following the Heart/Stuff & What If…

UNEXPECTED DISASTER | Sweet aroma

Don’t FORGET! If you are selected as my Poet of the Week, your poem will also be featured in my monthly newsletter. Sign up HERE.

This week’s Poet of the Week is Kat, from her blog called Like Mercury Colliding… I loved her Haibun/Tanka called, Her Eulogy, for a couple of reasons. True to form, her prose portion discusses a woman who is wild and calm, perhaps filled with grace. Her word choice makes you want to this woman because she sounds so interesting. The Tanka portion is the actual eulogy, which you wouldn’t see coming from the prose. That is the real essence of the Haibun. Your prose and poem selection should be unrelated yet somehow connected. This is an excellent example of that concept.

Her Eulogy

She was the kind of girl who lit up a room. Not in a flashy over the top sort of way. She had a calming presence, but it was more than that. Grace perhaps? It was something special, hard to describe. I remember the first time I saw her sitting along the far edge of a room full of boisterous people, heavy into schmoozing.  She was deep in conversation with our host’s Labrador Retriever. Otis was his name I think. And Otis, well, he hung on her every word, just as I drank in her every move, breathless.

I underestimated her that first meeting, you know. Of course, I made it a point to get to know her better. Wouldn’t you? She opened herself to me like an ocean, given to tidal swells of emotion, teeming with life just under the surface, fierce yet healing. I hadn’t expected to find a wild spirit beneath her calm demeanor, but it endeared her to me even more. Over the years I learned about wild things. Only one so confident, comfortable in their own skin can exude such grace. Only one so free could dance through the layers of suffering and cross over into death… and in so doing, teach us all… teach me, what it is to live.

light fading, flicker
death swept you away too soon
how graceful you were
dancing with death, like lovers,
your final breath seizing mine

~kat

© 2017 Kat – Like Mercury Colliding…

Here are the two words for this week’s challenge: HEAT & CONFUSE

(any forms of the words AND don’t forget to use synonyms)

This image conveys the message of confusion. Remember, there are many different meanings to these words. Have fun and experiment.

POETRY TUESDAY! JOIN IN AND GET YOUR POETRY ON!

 

Author Spotlight Guest Post: Effrosyni Moschoudi, “Messages From Above.”

Welcome to my Author Spotlight – Guest Posts

“I have started a new feature on my blog, called Author Spotlight – Guest Posts. As you can see from the image above, I am looking for themed posts about fairies, myths, and magic. If you are an interested author and would like to be featured on my blog, please click HERE to find out more.” ~Colleen~

Today, I am proud to introduce you to an author who writes women’s fiction and paranormal fantasy/romance, Effrosynsi Moschoudi. Effrosynsi lives in Greece and many of her novels transport you to the Greek Isles. Be prepared to be swept off your feet. I have luxuriated in the Greek sunshine through her writing, and it is an experience you won’t want to miss.

By the way, I have read her Lady of the Pier series and fell in love with her characters. These stories transport you back in time and into the future bringing the reader to an explosive ending. Click the links to read my reviews: The Ebb, The Flow, and The Storm.

Effrosynsi’s new book is called The Amulet, a romantic supernatural comedy featuring a guardian angel! Which brings us to the subject at hand – Guardian Angels.

“Messages from Above,” by Effrosyni Mochoudi

The word ‘angel’ originates from the Greek ‘aggelos,’ which means ‘messenger.’ Many angel sightings have been recorded in the Bible; these angels appeared before the faithful to offer messages that provided assistance or hope.

Actually, angels have been recorded in the scriptures of many faiths around the world. Today, especially with the use of the Internet, it is very easy to learn more about them. People are sharing online their own testimonies, whether these involve proper angelic encounters or messages received by their angels.

They say that every one of us has a guardian angel, and I believe it firmly to be so. I have always had this intense feeling that I am being protected, for example. In my travels as a youngster around Greece and Europe, whenever I needed assistance locals would come along out of the blue to help me out without me even asking. For example, if I needed an interpreter, to lift something heavy or if I was in danger of getting stranded somewhere.

However, one particular incident stands out because it didn’t entail the assistance of a human being and, to this day, I cannot explain it unless I put it down to an angel or two!

It happened on a wintry night in London back in the 1990s. I had just watched a marvelous show in a West End theatre and was running to the bus station to catch the last bus of the day to Hythe, Kent where I was staying at the time.

It had been snowing that day, and there was ice on the roads. As I was running, all of a sudden I slipped, and then, everything switched to slow motion. I felt myself getting airborne, my body tilted sideways, my legs rising up to be almost parallel to the ground. Panic struck at my heart as I realized that I was going to fall hard and hurt myself badly.

At that point, I remember thinking with dread that not only was I not going to catch that bus home after all, but that I was probably going to spend the night in a hospital bed with a broken limb or two…

“And then, something incredible happened.”

Just like that, and even though my legs were parallel to the ground, somehow, I landed on my feet again! It felt like an invisible hand had just turned me upright!

Stunned, but with the urgency still at hand, I kept running. I am pleased to say I did catch that bus, but the mystery I never got to solve. Over time I’ve thought about it many times, and the only logical explanation I can give is that my angels came to my aid that night.

That was the only time an angel came to my rescue directly. As I said earlier, they normally help me by getting kind people to offer assistance instead.

But this doesn’t mean my angels stop there. Oh no. Often, they give me messages out of the blue. More often than not, these come on the days that I feel upset, or worried about something. This is their way to confirm their presence around me and, of course, it gives me strength every time. I am not talking about the typical white feather that you may have heard of, and which I often encounter on those days even in the sea while I swim!

My angels’ messages often come unexpectedly when I read something on my computer and have the radio or the TV playing at the same time. This is a wonderful way to get messages from your angels, by the way! The odd word will come to you from both sources at the same time, i.e. you will hear it on the radio or the TV at the exact moment you’ll be reading it on your computer or book or whatever. But you mustn’t look for it. Just have the sound playing in the background as you read, forget about it, and see what happens in a while. It also helps if you take a moment beforehand to sit quietly to talk to your angels, present the problem, and ask them to offer guidance.

Other than the above, my angels love to communicate with me by touching my face. That said, it doesn’t feel like a touch – it’s like an electric pulse that comes and goes in a split second. I get to feel it over my eye or the back of my neck most times, and I know it’s them. I always take a moment to say thank you when this happens.

Last, but certainly not least, my angels sometimes make small things move around the house when my attention is really required!

The first time this happened was three years ago, and it really freaked me out. Yet, it was quite amazing, so I feel compelled to share this with you today:

That morning, I was working on my computer at home. Before my desk, I have a pinboard. A post-it note that I had pinned on it days earlier suddenly dropped and landed on my desk before me the right way up and the right way round. It felt like it had been put there for me to read. In this note, I had written a quote (a paraphrase from Rumi), which read: “I am not a drop in the ocean. I am the ocean in a drop.”

Astounded, I read it back to myself as it lay before me as if put there by an invisible hand, and I knew that moment it was an angelic message that spoke about inner strength. Here, I must explain that I work in a windowless room. All the windows in my house were closed at the time, so this couldn’t have been caused by a draft. No music was playing either – so this wasn’t a case of sound waves causing vibrations.

A week later my shoulder began to hurt more from an injury I had suffered earlier on. The pain kept increasing so I went to the doc and the diagnosis was frozen shoulder. The next five months were harrowing for me and the pain indescribable, especially at night. I slept very little during these five months. Every night I wandered around the house for hours like a zombie seeking a modicum of comfort as I rubbed heat-inducing cream on my shoulder and cried my eyes out.

Throughout those five months, somehow, despite the upset and the exhaustion, I didn’t miss a single day at my desk writing, blogging, and promoting my work – even on the worst days when I could only type with one hand.

Of course, during that difficult time, the angelic message I had received kept reminding me how strong I am. I could see then in hindsight that my angels had warned me things were going to get tough so I could brace myself. I am forever grateful for that message because it told me I wasn’t going to go through the hardship alone and that truly saw me through.

As I stated earlier, the first time something moved in front of me of its own volition it really freaked me out. Since then, my angels have communicated with me in the same manner on two other occasions – in both cases to warn me that tough times for me and my loved ones were about to start. By now, I don’t get spooked anymore when things move inexplicably; I just feel really grateful for this communication, and it always fills me with awe.

These messages from my angels have inspired me to write The Amulet, a delightful romantic comedy/paranormal romance that even features the aforementioned pinboard incident!

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Buy The Amulet

If you enjoy sweet romances and stories of reincarnation or haunting spirits, you are going to love these books!

Buy The Ebb, Buy The Flow, Buy The Storm. Buy all 3 books HERE

Do you feel the presence of angels around you? How do they communicate with you? Some people see or hear them, others feel their touch, and others perceive their presence through wonderful aromas, like the scent of roses when there are none around. If you know what I’m talking about, do leave a comment and share your experience with us!

Here’s a bit about Effrosyni:

“Effrosyni Moschoudi was born and raised in Athens, Greece. As a child, she loved to sit alone in her garden scribbling rhymes about flowers, butterflies, and ants. Today, she writes novels for people who love all things Greek. Her historical romance, The Ebb, is an ABNA Q-Finalist. Her novels are Amazon bestsellers, having hit #1 several times, and are available in Kindle and paperback format. The paperbacks can be ordered on Amazon or at any bookstore or library.

Effrosyni lives in a quaint seaside town near Athens with her husband Andy and a naughty cat called Felix, but her mind forever drifts to her beloved island of Corfu. Felix loves to use her pot plants as lounge chairs and to nap under the sun in ridiculous poses.”






❤ Connect with Effrosyni ❤

Blog EffrosyniWrites.com

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Click on the links below to find more books by Effrosyni Moschoudi:

Amazon US http://www.amazon.com/Effrosyni-Moschoudi/e/B00I5JKMXS

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Thanks for popping in to meet Effrosyni! ❤

Poetry Contest – Closed

Yecheilyah’s First Poetry Contest is closed… ❤

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Photo by Jan Kahánek on Unsplash

First, I want to thank everyone who supported this contest. Whether you re-blogged or shared this across social media or participated, thank you.

I want to give a special thanks to Colleen Chesebro for allowing me space on her blog to host this and for promoting it in her weekly poetry features.

As you all know I have just released a new book and am just getting in from travel. It has therefore been a challenge to promote this contest and the book simultaneously. While I did not time the contest well, I am excited to have had the opportunity to do it and look forward to reviewing the entries and announcing our grand prize winner.

The contest is now officially over. I would extend it but honestly, it is not a good time. There are some family things to take care of and…

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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: CALM & WILD

Happy POETRY Tuesday everyone!
Are you ready to get groovy with your poetry? Then, you’re in the right place! Pull up a chair, and let’s write some poetry.

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First:
My friend, Yecheilyah Ysrayl is hosting a poetry contest on my blog, and I’m one of the judges! Click HERE to read the post and enter the contest. There are prizes!

PLEASE NOTE: TOMORROW, JULY 19TH, 2017 IS THE LAST DAY TO ENTER…

Since Renaissance follows the theme of The Harlem Renaissance and Black life in the South, poems should have something to do with these themes and can be as long or as short as you would like. The contest is open to all poets.

Yecheilyah says: “I understand not all of you are familiar with this era so I am opening this up a bit. The theme will remain the same, but it is not mandatory. Poems of all kinds will be accepted and considered for the win.”


For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge you can write your poem in one of the three forms defined below:

HAIKU in English

TANKA

HAIBUN

You can do one poem or try to do one of each. It’s up to you – YOUR CHOICE. The instructions follow below:

HOW TO CREATE THE HAIKU in ENGLISH POETRY FORM

Are you new to writing the Haiku in English poetry form? Please read my page, How to Write a Haiku in English.

HOW TO CREATE THE TANKA POETRY FORM

Tanka poems are based on syllable structure much the same way a Haiku is written in the 5/7/5 format.

The Tanka form is easy to create: 5/7/5/7/7 and is a Haiku with two extra lines, of 7 syllables each consisting of five separate lines.

What makes a Tanka different from a Haiku is that the first three lines (5/7/5) are the upper phase. This upper stage is where you create an image in your reader’s mind.

The last two lines (7/7) of a Tanka poem are called the lower phase. Now here is where it gets interesting. The lower stage, the final two lines, should express the poet’s ideas about the image that was created in the three lines above.

Visit Jean Emrich at tankaonline.com Quick Start Guide
CLICK THE LINK TO SEE THE EXAMPLES and to learn how to write a Tanka poem

HOW TO CREATE THE HAIBUN POETRY FORM

NatureWriting.com shares how to write a Haibun poem. Please follow the rules carefully.

Writing Haibun

“The rules for constructing a haibun are simple.

  • Every haibun must begin with a title.
  • Haibun prose is composed of terse, descriptive paragraphs, written in the
    first person singular.
  • The text unfolds in the present moment, as though the experience is occurring now rather than yesterday or some time ago. In keeping with the simplicity of the accompanying haiku or tanka poem, all excessive words should be pared down or deleted. Nothing must ever be overstated.
  • The poetry never attempts to repeat, quote or explain the prose.
  • Instead, the poetry reflects some aspect of the prose by introducing a different step in the narrative through a microburst of detail.
  • Thus the poetry is a sort of juxtaposition – seemingly different yet somehow connected.

It is the discovery of this link between the prose and the poetry that offers one of the great delights of the haibun form. The subtle twist provided by an elegantly envisaged link, adds much pleasure to our reading and listening.

Some Common Forms of Modern Haibun

1. The basic unit of composition– one paragraph and one poem

Idyll
We guide our canoe along the shores of beautiful Lake Esquagama. It is nine o’clock at night on this evening of the summer solstice. As the sun begins to dim the lake becomes still as glass. Along the shore, forests of birch are reflected in its mirrored surface, their ghostly white trunks disappearing into a green canopy. The only sound is a splash when our bow slices the water. We stop to rest the paddles across our knees, enjoying the peace. Small droplets from our wet blades create ever-widening circular pools. Moving on, closer to the fading shore, we savour these moments.

quiet
as a feather
on the breeze
the distant call
of a loon

2. The prose envelope – prose, then poem, then prose

Echoes of Autumn
I walk quietly in the late afternoon chill, birdsong silent, foliage deepened into shade, a rim of orange over darkening hills.

through soft mist
the repeated call
of one crow

Reaching the gate then crossing the threshold I breathe the scent of slow-cooking, the last embers of a fire, red wine poured into gleaming crystal, the table – set for two …

3. Poem then prose

(Rather than begin with a single tanka, I wrote a tanka set or sequence, followed by the prose. In contemporary haibun writing, the poems are occasionally presented in couplets or in longer groups).

The Road to Longreach
the coastal fringe
of green and blue
disappears
behind the gateway
to the outback

wheat, sorghum
and cotton stubble
glistens
in the autumn sun
as hawks patrol above

sunflowers
faces to the sky
the last blaze of colour
in the dryland’s
barren outlook

brown soil
of the rural strip
surrenders to
brick red, burnt ochre
of the open range

beyond
and further out –
in orange dust
a single cornstalk
displays its tassel

Days pass as we move through the desolate landscape, carved into two parts by the road we travel on, a continual ribbon drawing us straight ahead into its vanishing point, where only spinifex grass and saltbush lies between us and our destination.

4. The verse envelope — poem, prose, then poem

Winter Magic
silver light
thick hoar-frost
covers the window

Ice shapes resembling small fir trees stretch across the glass, while delicate snow flowers sparkle around them. Lost in its beauty, I move through this crystal garden as my warm fingers trace up and down, leaving a smudged pathway.
Mother’s voice interrupts, “Susan, come away from that cold window and get dressed or the school bus will leave without you!”

burning hoop pine
scent of a warm kitchen
oatmeal with brown sugar

5. Alternating prose and verse elements

The Sentinel
I climb round and round close to the outside wall, to avoid the railing where the stair treads narrow about their central post. A semi-circular platform rests high above. Its glass windows provide a sweeping view. Counting the last few steps, I finally reach the top of the Moreton Bay Lighthouse, where I gaze in awe at the ocean below.

the rising sun
an endless pathway
of molten gold

Outside the lighthouse, lamp is rotating. I disengage it as there is no need for its warning light. Now the bold red and white stripes of the lighthouse itself will become the beacon. I study the turbulence of the deep waters churning the rocky shore below. The subtle changes in the wind, waves, and tides are entered in my log book – these brief markers of the ever-transforming seascape that surrounds me.

ebb tide
a foot print shelters
one tiny crab”

Here are some great sites that will help you write your poetry and count syllables.

thesaurus.com

For Synonyms and Antonyms. When your word has too many syllables, find one that works.

howmanysyllables.com

Find out how many syllables each word has. I use this site for all my Haiku and Tanka poems. Click on the “Poetry Workshop” tab to create your Haiku or Tanka.

THE RULES

I will publish the Tuesday prompt post at 12: 03 A.M. Mountain Standard Time (Denver Time).  That should give everyone time to see the prompt from around the world.

WRITE YOUR POEM ON YOUR BLOG as a post.

How Long Do You Have and Your Deadline: You have a week to complete the Challenge with a deadline of Monday at 12:00 P.M. (Noon) Denver time, U. S. A. This will give me a chance to add the links from everyone’s poem post from the previous week, on the new prompt I send out on Tuesday. I urge everyone to visit the blogs and comment on everyone’s poem.

The rules are simple.

I will give you two words that you need to use (in some form) in the writing of your poetry. This will be a challenge in writing your Haibun poem. Follow the rules carefully.

The two words can be used in any way you would like to use them. Words have different definitions, and you can use the definitions you like. Feel free to use synonyms for the words when the poetry form calls for it.

LINK YOUR BLOG POST TO MINE WITH A PINGBACK. To do a Pingback: Copy the URL (the HTTPS:// address of my post) for the current week’s Challenge and paste it into your post. You may also place a copy of your URL of your post in the comments of the current week’s Challenge post.

Because of the time difference between where you are, and I am, you might not think your link is there. I manually approve all links. People participating in the challenge may visit you and comment or “like” your post. I also need at least a Pingback or a link in the comments section to know you took part and to include you in the Weekly Review section of the new prompt on Tuesday.

BE CREATIVE. Use your photos and create “Visual POETRY” if you wish, although it is not necessary. Use whatever program you want to make your images.

As time permits, I will visit your blog, comment, and TWEET your POETRY

If you add these hashtags to your post TITLE (depending on which poetry form you use) your poetry may be viewed more often:

#Haiku, #Tanka, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose

IF YOU DO NOT HAVE YOUR TWITTER ACCOUNT LINKED TO YOUR BLOG – I WILL NO LONGER TWEET YOUR POETRY… THERE IS NO SENSE SINCE YOUR TWEET BECOMES PART OF WORDPRESS.COM AND THERE IS NO ATTRIBUTION BACK TO YOU.

CLICK HERE TO LEARN HOW TO LINK YOUR WORDPRESS BLOG TO TWITTER

You may copy the badge I have created to go with the Weekly Poetry Challenge Post and place it in your post:

HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK FOR OUR 41st POETRY CHALLENGE USING THE WORDS – MUSIC & ART: (Please make sure to visit the other participants. We learn from each other. <3)

Wordlessly – Reena Saxena

Infusion – Reena Saxena

Tanka Tuesday: Beauty – Jane Dougherty Writes

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge 41 – MUSIC & ART – Mick E Talbot Poems

Art and Music – #haiku | Trent’s World (the Blog)

nosaintaugustine

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE 41 – #HAIKU #TANKA #HAIBUN: MUSIC & ART | willowdot21

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge 41 – #Haiku #MicroPoetry: MUSIC & ART | But I Smile Anyway…

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge 41 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: MUSIC & ART – Ladyleemanila

COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE 41 – #HAIKU #TANKA #HAIBUN: MUSIC & ART | M J Mallon Author

ESCAPE | wandsandunicorns

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge #41 Music & Art

Truthful lies – Playing with words

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #41 Music & Art | Annette Rochelle Aben

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge Art & Music/Robbie’s Inspiration

Melody in the Mist (Tanka) | Darkness of His Dreams

Humming and Arting | like mercury colliding…

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge – 41 – The Bag Lady

Haiku – Music & Art/Radhika’s Reflection

#Tanka: Music & Art | Charmed Chaos

The Footbridge: Tanka | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge Music Art – All About Writing and more

Haibun – An Artist’s Composition/Deepika’s Ramblings

Sunrise Calling – By Sarah

Tanka: Nature’s Art – My Feelings My Freedom

water, light, air | method two madness

Harmony – Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Don’t FORGET! If you are selected as my Poet of the Week, your poem will also be featured in my monthly newsletter. Sign up HERE.

This week’s Poet of the Week is Hec Blogger from his blog called Playing With Words. I loved his Haiku called, Truthful Lies. Hec Blogger writes some excellent romantic poetry. This is an example of one of his best, in my opinion. I love the twist in the meaning of the words – truthful lies. This Haiku really sends a powerful message made even more impactful with his lack of capitalization and the use of only one punctuation mark, a semi-colon.

seems you have mastered
the art; your truthful lies are
music to my ears

© 2017 Hec Blogger – Playing With Words

Here are the two words for this week’s challenge: CALM & WILD

(any forms of the words AND don’t forget to use synonyms)

Remember, there are many different meanings to these words. Have fun and experiment.

POETRY TUESDAY! JOIN IN AND GET YOUR POETRY ON!

 

Spice – The Tiny Dog Who Stole Our Hearts

Spice, Colorado 2017

It is with sad and heavy hearts Ron, and I must share that our beloved Spice left this world Wednesday night. Spice was Ron’s dog mainly, and along with her sister, Sugar, nursed Ron through bladder and prostate cancer. She was loyal and loving and will live in our hearts forever. Our lives were better because of her sweet soul. 

When Ron found her in her crate that morning, her tag had become lodged in the metal grate of the door. It appeared she couldn’t get it loose. She was diagnosed with a collapsed trachea many years ago and at 13 ½ years old, she had been having more problems. In dog years she was 91, spunky, yet frail. I can only hope and pray that her passing did not allow her to suffer.

Both dogs had been crate-trained for ‘sleeping only’ since they were born in Montana. For such an odd thing to occur breaks our hearts. Her sister, Sugar is lost without her. The dogs had only been separated twice for overnight stays at the vet. Sugar suffers from diabetes and is frail too. The first thing I did was take Sugar’s collar and tag off.


Sugar & Spice 2011, Montana

Our pain is inconsolable. We got these two magnificent girls in 2004 when they were 4 months old. Spice was the runt of the litter, and sugar was a roly-poly fluff ball. My husband had only months before undergone radical surgery for bladder and prostate cancer. He spent the days alone while I worked many long hours as a bookkeeper/estate paralegal. I knew the two dogs would require him to get up out of his chair and give him something to care for. It worked. The life came back into his eyes, and he was ready to experience life again.

How do you thank two little souls for giving you the most precious things in life: loyalty, unconditional love, and kindness? From the day we got them in May 2004, they have filled our lives with joy.


Sugar, Ron, and Spice, Florida 2015

I have struggled with the writing of The Meadow Fairy and wasn’t sure why. I am an empathic writer, and there has been so much unrest in the world. These things affect me deeply. It seemed that certain things had to happen in the universe and in my life in order for me to add them into Abby’s new story. I don’t question how or why this happens any longer. I just wait, and then, I write.

Yesterday, I knew that the only way I could pay tribute to our beloved girls was to write them into the story so they could remain immortal on paper. In this way, their personalities will shine and spread love and joy to others.

Spice’s ashes will come back to us so that we still have a bit of her with us. Her spirit has joined the collective, and I know we will see her again, in another place, and time.

Love,

Ron and Colleen


Author Spotlight – Guest Post: Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene, “Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 1,” (with links to all episodes)

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Welcome to my Author Spotlight – Guest Posts

“I have started a new feature on my blog, called Author Spotlight – Guest Posts. As you can see from the image above, I am looking for themed posts about fairies, myths, and magic. If you are an interested author and would like to be featured on my blog, please click HERE to find out more.” ~Colleen~

My guest today, is Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene, the author of Atonement, Tennessee, and The Three Things Serial Story, A 1920’s Story. Teagan and I both share a love of history and fantasy. One day, on Facebook, Teagan shared a quiz about “What is Your Fairy Name?” Many of our friends joined in, and we had a blast sharing our fairy names. It occurred to me that Teagan should write a fairy story using our new fairy monikers. She readily agreed, and here is that story.

I copied the first installment from her blog and will update the links to the story each week when she finishes the next installment. You can find the story on her blog, Teagan’s Books, by clicking HERE.


Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 1


Welcome everyone, to the beginning of an all new serial here at Teagan’s Books!   This one is not a “three things” story, but it is still a pantser tale.  I’m flying by the seat of my pants again!  As I’ve done with other serials, I will promote bloggers each week.

Many of you will know that last weekend I issued a call for characters (for bloggers who wanted to be associated with a character), here and at Facebook.  Well, let me state a big disclaimer about that part.  The characters do not represent the person for which they are named. That is only a means of promoting the person.

This is a work of fiction.  Characters, names, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Each week, you will see brightly colored faery names (like this) which will be links.  Click on the link to reveal a mystery blogger.

Here’s a little extra to get this premier rolling: Now that we’ve gotten all that out of the way, I present to you the opening episode…


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Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam

Beginning

Fragrances whispered to me of the past as they wafted on the twilight breeze.  Above clouds from a distant storm moved aside, no longer obscuring my view of the stars. 

Moonstones mirrored in the reflection pool. I gazed at the images reproduced in endless repetition.  It was the memory of a long ago Midsummer.  Could such a time happen again?  I shuddered.

A faraway rumble came to my ears, reminiscent of my name.  Bedlam Thunder How, could anyone have expected me to fit in with such a name?  However, my grand-uncle had a vision and insisted that I bear a name of chaos among a race of people who were known for being goody two shoes.  My grand-uncle was a seer, so even his whims carried weight.

He insisted that I had the sight.  Some of the oldsters agreed with him, though they shook their heads and tut-tutted at the mention of my name.  They weren’t wrong, but I wasn’t the same kind of seer as my grand-uncle.  I could see around the odd corner or three, but I never saw anything good.  I never saw the healthy birth of a babe or who someone would marry.  I didn’t see anything anyone wanted to know.  Instead I saw things the existence of which my people denied.  Paranormal things — impossible places, creatures, and events.

However, in my younger days I had yet to fully realize those gifts.  When visions randomly bubbled to the surface, so to speak, they were more curse than gift.

My eyes shifted again to the reflection pool.  The vision remained.  Heaving a sigh, I sat down beside the pool to watch the mirror image of the stars gliding into place for the summer solstice.  It seemed that I must endure the replication of the past.  Perhaps I would find some enlightenment in it.  I allowed the reflection to flow into my consciousness, and my mind to merge with the vision.


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Morning’s blush still pinked the sky, but the fae of Thistledown were early risers.  The Opal siblings hurried past me, calling cheerful taunts at one another about who would get into the most trouble for being late for school.  I didn’t think their grand-aunt Willowtree would be too upset with them.

Folk of my age were on their way to school, beginners, intermediates, and seniors alike.  Except for me that is.  A week before the end of first term my friend, River and I had both gotten thrown out of freshman studies.

River Mindshadow was a free thinker.  That wasn’t something the schoolmasters appreciated.  The fact that she had no compunction whatsoever about sharing her thoughts and questions was the bane of their existence.

Me?  My visions were beyond the reckoning of the masters, or anyone else for that matter.  I had stopped presenting them in class, pretending that I’d had none.  Then came the day the Readings Master knew full well I’d had a vision and he demanded that I share it for the class to interpret.

The vision had been particularly chaotic and disturbing.  Knowing the contemptuous reaction it would receive from my classmates and the master, my face heated.  I begged to be excused, but the Readings Master would have none of it.  So I described my frenzied revelation as well as I could.  The class erupted in disorder, but the master brought everyone back to point.

River chose that moment to voice her thoughts.  The Readings Master interrupted her.

“Miss Mindshadow,” he began but turned to include me in his warning,  “and Miss Thunder, I’ve had more than enough of either of you.  Think twice about challenging common sense in my classroom!”

At his words, I tried to shush River.  She rolled her eyes at me and relentlessly continued.  River’s analysis of my vision was creative yet logical.  Of course, the “creative” part was not well received by the master.  The sniggering from the other students brought the classroom to the edge of disruption.  

We might have come out of it unscathed if she had stopped there.  However, River closed her interpretation with a dire warning of what the vision represented.  Her reading resonated with me, and I vehemently defended my friend’s analysis.  Everyone else objected.  Then, suitably for my name, bedlam thundered in the classroom.

The Readings Master practically dragged River and me to the Headmaster’s office. 

“The loyalty of friendship is a beautiful thing, but…” the Headmaster said before I interrupted her.

We were in her office for all of five minutes before we both were suspended for the rest of the term.  River unfurled her wings and zipped away in righteous indignation.

River did well in flight class.  I was not so proficient.  My wings remained smoothly tucked away.  (Wings of the faeries of Thistledown were not apparent until needed.  It was a matter of convenience that became custom.  Imagine the amount of space that would be taken up by roomful of faeries in full winged glory.)  I was better off on the ground, so I contented myself by leaving at a slower, dignified pace.


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I stumbled over a rock.  That brought my young thoughts back to the moment.  It seemed I wasn’t much more graceful on the ground than in the air. 

A group of children laughed at me.  The adults minding them whispered to one another and smirked.  Word of my suspension from school got around almost as fast as the tales told about my chaotic vision.

“You’re a fine one to laugh, Sprite.  You fell out of your own bed last night,” a woman told him.

The boy glared at me, but looked suddenly inspired.

“It was because of her!” he accused, pointing at me.  “She sees bad things.  She must make them happen too!”

The woman made an exasperated sound at Sprite, and made an admonitory face at him.  However, she turned a speculative look at me just the same.  It was not the first time I had seen that kind of expression on a faery face since my suspension.

Part of me knew it would only make them laugh harder, but in a fit of youthful emotion, I unfurled my wings and jumped into fumbling flight.  It wasn’t the first time I had been blamed for things that went wrong, things beyond my control.  However, I had the feeling this time it was going to get a lot worse.

I had no idea where I meant to go.  Even if I had, I wouldn’t have been able to see the way through my tears.  After a while, I managed to get myself tangled in the branches of an exceptionally large plumb tree.  A surprised cat, lounging on the next branch, meowed at me. 

Stellar?” I asked the meowing feline.

Even if I had not recognized the cat and the unusually big plumb tree, the delicious aromas of baking would have let me know where I was.  It was the orchard that belonged to Peaches Dragonfly.

“Bedlam?” I heard the astonished voice of the baker, just before I tumbled to the ground.

As Peaches pulled me to my feet, I noticed the ground was littered with plumbs.

“What’s all this?” I asked even though I was afraid to hear the answer.

She pushed her lovely fluffy pink hair away from her forehead and looked wryly at the plumbs.

“Rotten,” she said, shaking her head.  “This season half the fruit is rotting as it grows.”

“Oh Peaches, I’m so sorry!” I apologized, as my tears flowed again.

Peaches started out in the same class as River and me.  However, Peaches proved to be a prodigy in persuading fruit trees to produce.  What she did in preparing the fruit was pure magic, even when no magic was involved.  She graduated three full terms early.

“What?  Oh, I see.  You’ve been listening to the wrong people, my friend.  River told me all about your vision, and her reading of it.  I’m in complete agreement,” Peaches said to my great relief.  “I have some free-thinking friends coming to lend a hand with my Solstice preparations.  They will want to talk to you, hear what you have to say first hand.”

I gave Peaches a wide-eyed, doubtful look and murmured that I wasn’t so sure that was a good idea.

“All of Thistledown is already talking about your vision.  It gets more twisted with every telling.  So don’t you think you should discuss it with a few people who are willing to listen?  Tell it the way you saw it?  Now, come with me.  You need pie,” she told me.  “Come on, my cousin Pick is back.  River is here too.”

Pick Dragonfly was the only person I knew who had traveled beyond Thistledown.  He was almost a legend locally.

“Oh!  I should have known Pick was back when I saw Stellar in the tree,” I commented, feeling a touch better about the situation already.


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End Episode 1

I hope everyone clicked on the links to reveal this week’s mystery bloggers.  Pay them a visit and leave a comment.  We love comments.

Thanks to the mystery folk of this episode:

  • Barbara Murray (along with Zen and Zasha)
  • Olga Núñez Miret
  • Suzanne DeBrango
  • John W. Howell

Stay tuned to learn just what kind of disturbing vision Bedlam had.  I hope to see everyone again next week in Thistledown.

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Teagan

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“Esmeralda Lawton is sick of the big city. “Ralda” was betrayed until trust became a theoretical concept. So it’s a dream come true when she buys an old estate, complete with historic cemetery. Okay, she isn’t excited about the cemetery, but she’s strangely drawn to the estate. Atonement, Tennessee, a quaint town, seems like the perfect place for her. However, her new life isn’t quiet. 

The house is full of antiques. Some have extraordinary properties — a brass bed causes strange dreams, and a mirror shows the truth of who you are. 

A mysterious neighbor secretly watches over the graveyard. There’s more to him than meets the eye, but what? Then there’s Gwydion, owner of Fae’s Flowers. She stubbornly resists her feelings for him. 

Ralda suspects that people are drawn to Atonement to, well — atone. She wonders what sins led her there. However, her ancestress made the mistakes. 

Atonement is home to more than humans. Supernaturals go there too. Some have fallen far. 

This urban fantasy, seasoned with Celtic mythology, comes with a side-order of mystery. Are you sad to see the “Sookie Stackhouse” stories end? Make a visit to Atonement, Tennessee!”

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The Three Things Serial was a spontaneously written (“pantser”) story. Everything in it — characters, setting, plot, was driven by “things” left by readers of the blog Teagan’s Books, episode by episode.

It quickly became a 1920s Mystery with armature sleuth, Pip, telling the story. Pip is determined to be a modern woman, a flapper.

Everything about this story was determined by the random “things” readers sent. Absolutely nothing was pre-planned. First came the narrator, Pip, aka Paisley Idelle Peabody. I imagined the voice of Lucille Ball as Pip, telling a story of her youth. Then came the 1920s setting, inspired by oscillating fan. Next the “things” brought characters, particularly Andy who came back for another serial. Eventually a thing gave me the Florida setting. I think you get the idea of how this worked.

Pip, a modern woman — a flapper, begins the first of several adventures. In this story a mysterious white-haired woman is kidnapped. Pip finds a bent key, a scrap from a special quilt, strange tattoos and other “things.” Later, Pip and her friends find themselves on a luxurious yacht where they encounter figures from history and celebrities of the era. The mystery comes to the forefront when they reach the destination, the gilded mansion, Ca d’Zan. 

While it was not great literature, it sure was a fun ride! Many readers asked me to provide the serial as a book, and that’s what I’ve done with this novella. So sit back and enjoy the Three Things Serial.

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Meet Author Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

Teagan’s Books (https://teagansbooks.com/is my blog, and it is focused on my fiction — spontaneously written serial stories, novels, and posts about writing, as well as featuring other bloggers.  My newest blog project casts a multitude of other bloggers as characters in a spontaneously written (pantser) fantasy.  In Thistledown — Midsummer Bedlam, something strange happens in the sunny faery land of Thistledown, when the stars align at Midsummer.

Although I was born in the deep south (USA), I think of the desert southwest as home.  I left those enchanting lands for a major east coast city.  Now I dream of going back to the west.  My work is colored by my experiences in both the southern states and the southwest.  I write many types of fantasy, from what I like to call “quest type” fantasy, to urban fantasy, to fantasies with a dash of mystery.  At my blog “Teagan’s Books” I also write serial stories written according to “things” sent by readers.

Major influences include Terry Brooks, David Eddings, Robert Jordan, and Charlaine Harris.

Like most authors who have to maintain a full-time job in the business world, I have several works in progress.  I’ve self-published two.  You can learn about them at my Amazon Author Page:  https://www.amazon.com/Teagan-Riordain-Geneviene/e/B00HHDXHVM

All sorts of creative pursuits interested me throughout my life.  These days my artistic exploits are mostly limited to designing my own book covers and making my own video “trailers” for my novels.  You can check them out at my YouTube channel:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCoM-z7_iH5t2_7aNpy3vG-Q

I try not to even mention my “real” job at my blog.  I’m a career-level technical editor and writer, in the information technology (IT) arena.  The part of that job I enjoy most is went I get the chance to write things that encourage, motivate, or mentor others.  If you’re curious about that “9 to 5” side of me, feel free to take a look at my LinkedIn profile.  A collection of my motivational posts is also housed there.  https://www.linkedin.com/in/teagangeneviene

You can visit me at:

Amazon:  https://www.amazon.com/Teagan-Riordain-Geneviene/e/B00HHDXHVM

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/teagangeneviene

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/TeagansBooks

Pinterest:  https://www.pinterest.com/teagangeneviene/

YouTube:  https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCoM-z7_iH5t2_7aNpy3vG-Q

LinkedIn:  https://www.linkedin.com/in/teagangeneviene

Teagan’s Books blog:  www.teagansbooks.com

070217_1924_ColleensBoo4.pngThanks for stopping by to read “Thistledown,” and to meet Teagan. Don’t forget, I will add the subsequent links to this post of Teagan’s exciting fairy adventure. ❤