#Fairies, #Myths, & #Magic Author Spotlight Guest Posts – “My Guardian Angel,” by Sally Cronin

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~

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I often speak of the independent author community to which I belong because I have never met such an excellent group of people who are willing to answer questions and point new authors in the right direction.

Some people stand out and belong to an exceptional category of writer-mentors. Sally Cronin is part of this group of novelists who spends much of her time highlighting the work of others.

Today, I am proud to introduce you to the amazing author, Sally Cronin. If I ever get the opportunity and the money to travel back to the U.K., I want to meet this lady and thank her for all she has done for other indy authors and me. ❤

“My Guardian Angel,” by Sally Cronin

My thanks to Colleen for creating this wonderful series, where we as writers, can share our more magical and other worldly experiences.

The way many view magic is that it is trickery, and a skill that is learnt. This also applies to other less logical events that all of us will experience in our lifetimes, including vivid dreams, strange encounters with others and deja vu. That feeling that you have already lived through an experience that is happening in the here and now.

They say that our memories are formed in the womb when we hear our mother’s voice or music. As we get older, we tend to discard memories that are non-essential, filing those that are embedded in us, by the intensity of the moment when they were formed.

I certainly have very clear memories from about the age of two as I grew up immersed in the sights, sounds, and aromas of other worlds. From a baby, until I was nearly four years old we lived in Sri Lanka, or Ceylon as it was in those days, and our house was filled with the smells of spices and sounds of the surrounding jungle. There were many dangers for a toddler including leopards, large monkeys, and snakes. My amah’s role, apart from being my nanny, was to protect and teach me how not to become dinner for other creatures!

We went on to live in Malta and South Africa returning to England when I was eleven, brimming over with the sights and sounds of these amazing countries. I had also become confident and adapted easily to new environments, which on reflection made me a little too cocky for my own good.

I have other memories that are definitely filed away in the ‘What in heaven’s name just happened?’ drawer.

Have you ever found yourself on the brink of committing to an act or words, and something seems to hold you back? Did you ever wonder why you misplaced the keys to the car and were delayed for ten minutes; head out, only to pass by a serious car accident along the route. Have you been asked to make a decision that is critical to your well-being, only to find yourself saying ‘yes‘ despite your reservations, and for it to turn out positively?

There are a large number of events in my life that fall into this strange vacuum between thought and deed, and I would like to share one or two of these experiences with you.

Despite my worldly confidence gained through my travels, I was not as clever as I thought. This became apparent when I got married at twenty to someone quite a bit older than I was and far more experienced. Despite friends and family trying to tell me that this was a mistake, I pushed forward determined to have my own way.

A few weeks before the wedding, I came out of a supermarket, to find an old Gypsy woman selling sprigs of heather in the rain. She was holding out her dirt encrusted hand to me and thinking that I probably needed all the luck I could find, I gave her sixpence and waited for my heather. Instead, I found my hand gripped very tightly in hers with the silver coin between our palms. She pulled me into her, and I can still smell the sweet slightly musty scent of this dishevelled old woman. She whispered to me as I tried to pull away.

‘You must listen child to your spirit guide. He is an ancient warrior from the Dark Continent, and he is trying to protect you.’

With that, she released my hand, and I found I was still holding my sixpence as well as a sprig of heather. I looked up in a state of confusion to see her walking away in the rain.

When I was in South Africa, I had a nanny who would tell us bedtime stories about her tribe’s history and myths. Many of those stories had been about long dead ancestors who would stand guard in the shadows; protecting the living from danger. That had been 10 years before; yet here was this gypsy woman reminding me of those memories and issuing a warning.

Whilst it did make me pause for a moment or two, with the arrogance of youth, I dismissed the experience and went on to get married as planned.

I should have listened, as seven years later, when I was mentally, emotionally and physically drained, I finally took action. However, when I look back at the events that unfolded over the next two years, there were definitely hands other than mine holding the reins.

Desperate for work to support myself, I bought a copy of The Lady Magazine, and one job leapt out from the page. I found myself applying for the position, despite the fact I was looking at completely different occupations. I got the job. Two years later I discovered that my past was about to catch up with me again, and another job caught my eye in an edition of the same magazine, hundreds of miles away in Wales. I sent them a photograph and my CV, and without an interview, I was offered the job as assistant manager at a large hotel.

Two years later on 16th September, a man rang the hotel and asked to book two rooms for himself and a colleague. He had a soft Irish accent, and when I put the phone down, I turned to the receptionist and commented that I thought that I would marry the man with that voice. She laughed and commented that I was nuts!

I met the guest on his first night when I showed him to his table in the dining-room. Over the next nine days, I arranged a number of meetings for him and his colleague and also found myself being increasingly drawn to him. He was due to leave on Tuesday 25th September but asked to be booked in for another two nights. At this point, he was still Mr. Cronin. He asked me for a drink on the Thursday night, and we sat in one of the lounges. After chatting for a few minutes, he gave me a small box which contained a Welsh pendant, along with a note thanking me for my help ‘Over and beyond the call of duty.’ He also asked me if I would like to have lunch with him the next day, as he knew I was off duty.

We had a wonderful day walking the windswept beach at Harlech and then sat talking into the evening. The next day before he left for Liverpool, he came down to my flat and said he had something to ask me. Thinking that he was talking about my telephone number, you can imagine my astonishment when he said ‘I think that the only thing for us to do is to get married.’

Because of my previous experience of this alleged state of bliss, I had made a vow never to marry again following my divorce on April Fool’s Day of that year. (I kid you not) and to this day, I swear that someone else put the word ‘yes‘ in my mouth. I married this virtual stranger six weeks later, and as we got to know each other, we discovered that our paths had in fact crossed once or twice before.

This brings me to where it gets interesting. The week before my wedding seven years previously, David went for an interview in the same office as my father, who was working for the Ministry of Defence. He stayed overnight on the seafront at one of the hotels, and the week after my wedding he turned down the offer he was made for the position.

He asked me to marry him on the anniversary of my first wedding which was more than a little spooky.

The hotel that he stayed in for that night before my first wedding was the one mentioned in my divorce papers, as frequented by my former husband for assignations.

Two weeks before he had booked into the hotel in Wales, we had been visited by the manager of the Talbot Hotel in Wexford. We were putting together a reciprocal agreement to recommend our respective guests to each other. The day that David booked in and I showed him to his table, I was using a Talbot Hotel pen that the manager had given me.

He commented on the coincidence as Wexford had been his home town and he had started work there at weekends and holidays as a hall porter at the age of fourteen.

So, do I have a guardian angel that has been protecting me all this time and trying to steer me in the right direction? Who has nudged me to take action when I needed it, put jobs in my path that would lead to where I needed to be? Attempted to prevent me making mistakes by putting the right man in the picture… Twice?

Sally and David Cronin

Or, is it the belief that we have a guardian angel that makes us question decisions and make better choices? I don’t know for sure, but in the last 37 years, I have listened to that inner voice a lot more than I used to; accepting that someone has my back, chipping in from time to time when I needed help.

Last year we were beginning to wonder if our house in Madrid, which had been on the market for two years would ever sell. The property situation in Spain was and still is pretty grim, but out of the blue, we received a telephone call from a young couple. They took one look at the view, and instead of complaining about how much work was needed, simply said ‘We love it
and can we complete in four weeks?

And here we are in Wexford, in a house that was not in the right section of the website that I was hurriedly searching for properties on. A house that popped up as we were wondering where we should live for the rest of our lives. A property that had been already sold several weeks before, but two days after my inquiry, the sale mysteriously fell through, and we viewed and put in an offer.

On the way to the viewing, we left the motorway behind a Walsh’s Mushroom lorry, and I mentioned to David, that my mother, whose maiden name was Walsh, was obviously in favour. We stopped for coffee at the harbour, in a cafe called Flanagan’s, which is David’s mother’s maiden name. The young lady who served us coffee lived in the house we were about to view, from the time it was built by her parents until they sold it ten years ago!

There have been many more incidences over the last 37 years since I accepted the help being offered. Some of which have drifted into my stories that have been published.

I am not sure how well my African warrior is dealing with the Irish weather, but hopefully, he will not be deserting me anytime in the future. And it would seem that he is in good company with others who appear to be looking out for us.

Thank you again, Colleen, for allowing me to share my story on your wonderful blog.

Angel, Spirit, Holy, Angelic, Religion, Spiritual

Image Credit: Pixabay.com

Today, I would like to feature Sally’s newest novel, recently released, July 25th, 2017. Please click the link below to read a sample from the book.

Our legacy is not always about money or fame, but rather in the way that people remember our name after we have gone. In these sixteen short stories, we discover the reasons why special men and women will stay in the hearts and minds of those who have met them. Romance, revenge, and sacrifice all play their part in the lives of these characters.

 

Kenneth watches the love of his life dance on New Year’s Eve while Lily plants very special flowers every spring for her father. Martha helps out a work colleague as Norman steps back out into the world to make a difference. Owen brings light into a house, and Patrick risks his life in the skies over Britain and holds back from telling a beautiful redhead that he loves her.

 

Meet Queenie and Rosemary who have both lost their husbands and must face a very different future. One that will take courage and the use of new technology.

 

Sonia is an entitled princess whose father has reached the end of his tether and Theresa has to deal with a bully in the checkout. Usher is an arrogant narcissist with a docile wife and is used to getting his own way, and Vanessa worries about the future of her relationship with her teenage son.

 

Walter is a loner and is happy with just his dog for company, Xenia is the long awaited first baby of a young couple. Yves is a dashing romeo who has the tables turned on him unexpectedly and Zoe… Well, she can see into the future.

 

In one way or another, all these characters will be remembered by those whose lives they have touched.

MEET AUTHOR, SALLY CRONIN

My name is Sally Cronin, and after working in a number of industries for over 25 years, I decided that I wanted to pursue a completely different career, one that I had always been fascinated with. I began studying Nutrition and the human body twenty years ago, and I opened my first diet advisory centre in Ireland in 1998. Over the last 18 years, I have practiced in Ireland and the UK as well as written columns, articles and radio programmes on health and nutrition.

I published my first book with a Canadian self-publisher in the late 90s and since then have republished that book and released ten others as part of our own self-publishing company. Apart from health I also enjoy writing fiction in the form of novels and short stories.

Our legacy is not always about money or fame, but rather in the way that people remember our name after we have gone. In these sixteen short stories, we discover the reasons why special men and women will stay in the hearts and minds of those who have met them. Romance, revenge, and sacrifice all play their part in the lives of these characters.

Kenneth watches the love of his life dance on New Year’s Eve while Lily plants very special flowers every spring for her father. Martha helps out a work colleague as Norman steps back out into the world to make a difference. Owen brings light into a house, and Patrick risks his life in the skies over Britain and holds back from telling a beautiful redhead that he loves her.

Other Books by Sally Cronin

Sally Cronin has written numerous books. Please check out her Amazon Author Page to learn more.

All books are available in print and E-versions

Amazon book links:

https://www.amazon.com/Sally-Cronin/e/B0096REZM2

❤ CONNECT WITH SALLY ❤

Blog: https://smorgasbordinvitation.wordpress.com

Linkedin: http://uk.linkedin.com/in/sallycronin1

Twitter: https://twitter.com/sgc58

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/sally.cronin

072017_1900_AuthorSpotl15.pngThanks for stopping by to meet Sally Cronin. ❤ What about you? Do your guardian angels intervene and help you in your life? Let us know in the comments.

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge No. 48 #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: STONE & TURN

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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: PictureQuotes.com

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

HAIKU in English

TANKA in English

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 in ENGLISH POETRY FORM

Here is how I suggest writing the Tanka poetry form in English. Please read my page, How to Write a Tanka in English.

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

  1. 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 …

  1. 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.

  1. 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

  1. 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 “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 allows, 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:

CONGRATULATIONS TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED LAST WEEK FOR OUR 47th POETRY CHALLENGE USING THE WORDS – SHADOW & LIGHT

(Please make sure to visit the other participants and leave a comment. Remember – sharing is caring)

Separation – Reena Saxena

Facets of darkness – Reena Saxena

Tanka – Shadow & Light | radhikasreflection

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge/Edwina’s Episodes

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 47 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Shadow & Light – Ladyleemanila

Her playful curls – Playing with words

Colleen Chesebro’s Weekly Poetry Challenge. Shadow and Light. | willowdot21

The Black – By Sarah

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 47 – #Haiku: Shadow & Light – Mick E Talbot Poems

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 47 – #Tanka: Shadow & Light – Mick E Talbot Poems

 Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry #Haibun: Shadow & Light – Mick E Talbot Poems

Eclipsed | like mercury colliding…

Light and Shadow – #tanka | Trent’s World (the Blog)

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge – The Bag Lady

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge Shadow & Light | Annette Rochelle Aben

 Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 47 – #Haiku #Tanka: Shadow & Light | But I Smile Anyway…

Casting Shadows (Haiku) | Darkness of His Dreams

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 47 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Shadow & Light | M J Mallon Author

Clarity | Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

Puppet Master  – Smell The Coffee

Tank: Shadow light – Jane Dougherty Writes

Life’s Canvas | Willow Poetry

Black Noise | method two madness

sun and moon as one | rivrvlogr

#Tanka: Shadow & Light | Charmed Chaos

Shadow and Light (Tanka) – Uniquesus

REALITY | WANDSANDUNICORNS

Storm Music | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

“The Wraith,” A #Haiku – 🌼Colleen Chesebro Fairy Whisperer 🌼

Illuminating shadows | The Syllabub Sea

#Poetry Challenge – Light and Shadow – Robbie’s inspiration

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #47: Shadow & Light – Afterwards

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

This week’s Poet of the Week is Reena, from her blog called Reena Saxena. Her Haibun, called Facets of Darkness, featured alternating prose and verse which captured the prompt words perfectly. Yet, Reena also shows how the light and the shadows figure into her own life. The juxtaposition between the sun and the moon and their effect on the poet’s feelings reflect this same meaning in her Haiku and Tanka. When you read this Haibun (I read it several times) you feel the internal struggle between shadow and light. Great tension!

“Facets of Darkness”

A strange play of light and shadows dominates my life. In the physical world, the courtyard of my house displays varying lengths of shadows, as the sun makes it daily trip. Internally, I move from hope to despair several times in a day, as I coast along with the fictional characters that I create.

Influence of words

on minds is no less than

power of the sun

Today, the Sun spoke,

“Stay awake in the dark for a fortnight, and watch the myriad moods of the Moon. It teaches more about life than the steady path on which I move. I long for the rare event when it touches me, and I soak in its wisdom. Survival is the key word, and the New Moon always spells hope, despite the darkness.”

Hail the Moon Goddess

it lives on borrowed light

ignites minds

I asked the moon if a meeting is possible. It assumed different shapes and reflected different colors of light. The pretty vision I see, is a function of the Sun and the Sky, with clouds occasionally giving it a poetic dimension. What does its real face look like?

Darkness is my core

it kills me to inspire

from the depth of soul

let parts of me break away

reunite, become whole.

I salute the Moon silently. Unfortunately, earthlings admire its power, only once in four centuries.

 ©2017 Reena Saxena

Here are the two words for this week’s challenge: STONE & TURN

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

POETRY TUESDAY! JOIN IN AND GET YOUR POETRY ON!

Colleen’s #Book #Reviews – “The House on Candlewick Lane,” by Author, Amy M. Reade

    • Title: The House on Candlewick Lane, A Malice Novel
    • Amazon Author Page: Amy M. Reade
    • File Size: 1272 KB
    • Print Length: 263 Pages
    • Publisher: Lyrical Underground
    • Publication Date: February 7, 2017
    • Sold By: Amazon Digital Services LLC
    • Language: English
    • ASIN:  B01FBZXR3K
    • ISBN-10: 1516100174
    • ISBN-13: 978-1516100170
    • Formats: Paperback and Kindle
    • Goodreads
    • Genres: Women’s Fiction, Thriller & Suspense, Crime, Kidnapping, Gothic Mystery

IN THE AUTHOR’S WORDS:

It is every parent’s worst nightmare. Greer Dobbins’ daughter has been kidnapped—and spirited across the Atlantic to a hiding place in Scotland. Greer will do anything to find her, but the streets of Edinburgh hide a thousand secrets—including some she’d rather not face.

Art historian Dr. Greer Dobbins thought her ex-husband, Neill, had his gambling addiction under control. But in fact, he was spiraling deeper and deeper into debt. When a group of shady lenders threatens to harm the divorced couple’s five-year-old daughter if he doesn’t pay up, a desperate Neill abducts the girl and flees to his native Scotland. Though the trail seems cold, Greer refuses to give up and embarks on a frantic search through the medieval alleys of Edinburgh—a city as beguiling as it is dangerous. But as the nightmare thickens with cryptic messages and a mysterious attack, Greer herself will become a target, along with everyone she holds dear.

MY RECOMMENDATION:

One morning, Greer Dobbins gets the kind of phone call that every parent dreads. Her five-year-old daughter, Ellie, didn’t show up in class after riding the bus to school. In a panic, Greer pieces together the evidence she finds in her house that her ex-husband Neill, has kidnapped the child and fled back to their homeland of Scotland.

Her passport is missing, but between the police and Federal authorities, she manages to catch a flight to Edinburgh, with the hopes of recovering her child. On the plane, Greer meets a man named James, who shares her love for art history. She tells him everything, and they exchange numbers with the hope they will meet again in a professional capacity.

Greer is from Scotland, so she has plenty of support from her mother, sister, Sylvie, and her sister’s boyfriend. Scotland Yard is involved in the search for Ellie and little by little, Greer reveals a terrible past while married to her ex-husband. Neill’s gambling addiction is what ended their marriage, and once back in Scotland, Greer discovers that this is the reason he has kidnapped their daughter. The story builds on the tension until the end, spinning a satisfactory gothic tale.

I loved the rich descriptions of Edinburgh. You definitely feel like you are walking the streets next to Greer, searching for Ellie. You can feel the rain and the cold, and a couple times, I swear I could smell the scents of the local cuisine.

Greer’s character is flawed, although I suspect this was caused by the abuse she suffered at the hand of her ex-husband. At times she seems almost clinical, lacking in emotions. Much of her pain is internalized, and she portrays the damsel in distress perfectly. It is through the love of James that Greer finally tries to reconcile her past.

As in most gothic novels, the actual house on Candlewick Lane is creepy and filled with dark passages and rooms. You feel the evil emanate from the structure and from the people who live there. Numerous times I cringed at the abuse Greer was forced to endure. The ending was a total surprise and one I didn’t see coming.

MY RATING:

Character Believability: 4
Flow and Pace: 4
Reader Engagement: 5
Reader Enrichment: 5
Reader Enjoyment: 5
Overall Rate:  4.5 out of 5 Fairies

4.5 fairies


Author, Amy M. Reade

About the Author:

USA Today Bestselling author Amy M. Reade writes women’s contemporary and gothic fiction. Her books have been compared to authors such as Daphne du Maurier, Phyllis Whitney, and Victoria Holt. Amy’s standalone novels feature vivid descriptions of exotic and fascinating locations, such as the Thousand Islands region of New York State, Charleston, South Carolina, and the Big Island of Hawaii. Most recently, she has been working on The Malice series, set in the United Kingdom.

A former attorney, Amy found that writing was her true calling. She loves cooking, reading, and travel. You can visit her website, http://www.amymreade.com, where, in addition to information about her books and appearances, you will find a contact form, suggested playlists to go along with her novels, and notes and recommendations on wines.

Author contacts:

Please visit my blog here

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How to Write a Tanka Poem in English

As many of you already know, I love structured poetry. This includes the Haiku, the Tanka, and the Haibun. I like to think of myself as a student of these poetic forms. Learning to write them correctly is an art form in itself. I think that’s what appeals to me the most, the arrangement of the syllables.

One of my favorite poetic forms is the Japanese Tanka. These poems are untitled and do NOT rhyme. A true Japanese Tanka counts thirty-one sounds because they don’t count syllables in Japanese Haiku or Tanka.

“The word Haiku, for example, is two syllables in English, but three sounds in Japanese.” (mandy’spages.com) Click on the link to learn more about the Japanese Tanka structure.


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For the poets who follow my weekly poetry challenge, we will follow the 5/7/5/7/7 syllable structure. Your Tanka will consist of five lines written in the first person point of view. This is important because the poem should be written from the perspective of the poet.

Also, if you wish to give your Tanka a title that is up to you. I want to follow the rules as close as possible without taking away your creative genius.

Dialect and the way you pronounce words, where you live, is important. Count your syllables as you speak the words or use the syllable counter found HERE. (HowManySyllables.com)

I am not the poetry police! My aim is to offer a challenge where poets can write and share their work. ❤


Don’t forget to include sensory details to your Tanka. You want your reader to feel your words with all five senses (and sometimes, their sixth sense, too). Use lyrical intensity in the first three lines of your Tanka poem. Establish the theme of your poem with your choice of words.

SHOW, DON’T TELL

When writing a Tanka, the third line is considered your “pivot,” but feel free to let it happen anywhere, or to exclude it. It is not mandatory. If you use a pivot, the meaning should apply to the first two lines, as well as the last two lines of your Tanka.

“Great tanka can be figuratively read both, forward and backward.” (mandy’spages.com)

The last two lines of your Tanka are where you use the metaphors or similes that complement the first three lines. Click the links and look up the meanings to these words. They are important.

Use words you are comfortable with in everyday speech. Avoid ending your lines with articles and prepositions.

Punctuation is used at the discretion of the poet writing the Tanka poem.

HOW I WRITE A TANKA POEM

The best way to write poetry is to commune with nature. Get up from the computer, put down your phone, and literally go outside and experience the world.

Photography and art are another way to stimulate your creative writing genes. Many times, I like finding a photograph and letting my mind wander over the image. (Pixabay.com is a great place to find inspirational photos that are part of the public domain and free for commercial use with no attribution required).

I write down everything I see in the picture and use my five senses to record my observations.

Let’s take this image below:

These are my observations about the photo:

It’s autumn

Leaves of red, orange, and gold

Autumn is the dying part of the year

Summer is over

Autumn reminds me of the harvest moon

Leaves are like clothes for trees

Falling leaves signal the shedding of summer’s clothes

Harvest the bounty of the summer season

First, I start developing the theme of my Tanka. In this case, it is autumn. I’m talking about my feelings and observations:

In my solitude –

Most deeply sensed in autumn

Next, I pivot in the third line to describing how fall looks to me:

Trees of red and gold

The last two lines are where I use a simile. These two lines directly reflect on my first observations in line one and two. Yet, the pivot line is directly related to what those trees remind me of in the last two lines.

Begin shedding summer’s clothes

Stating that harvest is near.

Here is the final product:

In my solitude –

most deeply sensed in autumn,

trees of red and gold

begin shedding summer’s clothes

stating that harvest is near.

©2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

Remember the difference in writing a Tanka is that you employ the use of a simile or metaphor at the end of the poem. You don’t do that when writing a Haiku.

Have fun and continue to experiment with the Tanka.

Now, get out there and write some Tanka poetry. ❤

The Main Problem with Amazon’s Third Party Book Sellers &What to do About It, Gisela’s Straigtforward Blog

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Useful information for authors. If you donate your books you will want to read this. Click the link below:

via Gisela’s Straightforward Blog: The Main Problem with Amazon’s Third Party Book Sellers and What I Do About It

“The Wraith,” A #Haiku

Welcome to my contribution to my Weekly Poetry Challenge, where you can write your own Haiku, Tanka, or Haibun using the prompt words of “shadow & light.” I used “wraith” for shadow, and used “wispy” for light.

Image credit: KOAA Colorado Springs – Eclipse Causes Temperatures Swings in Colorado

A wispy presence –
with the pale form of a Wraith,
the moon hides the sun.

© 2017 Colleen M. Chesebro

I celebrated the eclipse on Monday by trying to capture the sun (We were at 90%) without looking at it directly. We did get a temperature drop of about six degrees. The light resembled a brown-out like someone had dimmed the lights.

I performed a creativity ritual calling upon the energy from the eclipse to infuse me with new opportunities. I recharged my calcite fairy stone in the sun and shadows.

Check out these pictures taken from Colorado Springs of the Solar Eclipse on August 21, 2017.

Hugs!

#Fairies, #Myths, & #Magic Author Spotlight Guest Posts – “Rainbow Child,” by MJ Mallon


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~


The sense of community within our blogging world brings a unique magic when we take the big step to become authors. I was blessed with the help from an extraordinary author, Melissa Barker Simpson, who took me under the wing and taught me how to edit and rewrite my own work.

The only way I could thank her was to do the same for another new author. MJ (Marje) Mallon and I connected across the miles much the same way, I did with Melissa. It was a remarkable collaboration. I learned more about writing and editing than I thought possible. It was a pleasure to help Marje on her way to publishing her first book, The Curse of Time.

Marje and I share a love of poetry, rainbows, healing crystals, and all things magical in this story written exclusively for you to celebrate the release of her first novel on August 26, 2017.

Image credit: Pixabay.com

A rainbow is a very precious sight, a multi-coloured arc that we only get to see rarely. It is rare like a special friend or a beautiful crystal.

This is my inspiration post dedicated to Colleen, Debby and all my lovely friends who I’ve met through blogging, and via the Authors/Bloggers Rainbow Support Club on Facebook.

Rainbow Child

By MJ Mallon

Young Aurora collected rainbows like other children collect shells and pretty trinkets. She learnt all there was to know about these wonders of reflection and refraction but longed to see a very special sight – a double rainbow with a second arc visible outside the primary arc. She’d heard an ancient legend that the only way to call such a rainbow forth would be to carry tourmaline on her, so she sought out a beautiful necklace with the finest tourmaline crystal embedded in its pendant.

Image credit: Samantha Murdoch, used with her permission

As soon as she placed the tourmaline around her neck, she felt an extraordinary sensation of blood pumping in her veins. It was so loud that she covered her ears with her hands and screwed her eyes tight. After a while, her nervous system settled, the pounding subsided, and she removed her hands. She heard an ancient voice speaking to her coming from the centre of the stone. The voice held a special quality in its tone. Each syllable that it spoke conjured up many vibrant colours in her mind.

‘Young Aurora. This tourmaline is yours now; it shines for you, rainbow child. It is a very special crystal which can be found in all imaginable colours because it is the only crystal to have travelled along a rainbow and as it travelled it collected the entire rainbow’s colours.’

Aurora smiled. The words reassured her, she sensed that the tourmaline would bring her face-to-face with her much desired double rainbow.

The next day, she stepped out into the garden. The air felt fresh and moist as it had been raining. The rain continued to fall carrying tiny little rainbow splashes of joy which landed leaving behind a multitude of colour and a twinkling sound. As the rain fell on her clothes, each item of her clothing turned bright and magnificent reflecting all the colours of the rainbow and many more besides: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. She looked up and saw the most magnificent double rainbow in the sky. Her hand went to her lips as she gasped in surprise. The tourmaline hummed a tune rich with happiness and exaltation.

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Aurora skipped in the garden, treading on the rainbow puddles that lay forming a pathway. Each puddle grew more brilliant as she hop-scotched further ahead. At the end of the puddles she came across a table and chair, she had never seen before. A rainbow parasol shielded the table, and a pristine white sheet of paper and a pen lay waiting for her untouched.

She sat down, picked up the pen, and heard the ancient voice again.

‘Aurora, you have found your double rainbow. Now write, child. Tourmaline will inspire your creativity. Today, write from your heart about your magnificent rainbow.’

Aurora’s eyes gleamed with excitement. She didn’t hesitate, she pressed the nib of the pen to the paper, but no words came, not one. She frowned and tried again. But, the pen drew no words forth. She knelt to the ground, dipped the nib of the pen in a puddle of a rainbow and pressed the anointed nib to the paper. At last the words flowed in a myriad of colours filling the white page with a colourful rainbow of verse.

Dear rainbow, so fine,

Your colours reversed,

Red on your inner side arc,

Double beauty, discovered.

Never leave me, dearest heart.

Parasol of light,

Rainbow of colours divine,

Warming my soul,

Sweet route to inspiration,

Hide me from pain and suffering.

Red, and yellow, blue,

Indigo and violet,

Many coloured dreams,

Such a beauty, shining joy,

Create with me, my rainbow friends.

She placed the pen down and felt an extraordinary lightness of spirit. She danced and danced, her skirt swirling around, unravelling and widening in an arc of spectacular colours as she moved. Soon, she had a curious crowd of onlookers. The shy hedgehog came out of his hiding place, followed by the birds, cats, butterflies, and even the reticent worms poked their heads out of the ground to join in with her happiness.

Such is the power of a double rainbow; it warms our hearts after the sky pours down its sadness in raindrops. We are refreshed and renewed, ready and willing to embrace new friends. Our new found friends will be our best friends, our rainbow friends, who will support us through dark times as well as the sunshine.

© Marjorie Mallon 2017

Thank you to my good friend Samantha Murdoch for her photograph of Tourmaline that she has kindly allowed me to share on this blog tour post taken by her son Alex Marlowe.

I discovered these interesting articles about Tourmaline:

https://grannymoon.wordpress.com/2017/07/25/black-tourmaline-for-psychic-protection/

http://www.bernardine.com/gemstones/tourmaline.htm

On Amelina Scott’s thirteenth birthday, her father disappears under mysterious circumstances. Saddened by this traumatic event, she pieces together details of a curse that has stricken the heart and soul of her family.

Amelina longs for someone to confide in. Her once carefree mother has become angry and despondent. One day a strange black cat and a young girl, named Esme appear. Immediately, Esme becomes the sister Amelina never had. The only catch is that Esme must remain a prisoner, living within the mirrors of Amelina’s house.

Dreams and a puzzling invitation convince Amelina the answer to her family’s troubles lies within the walls of the illusive Crystal Cottage. Undaunted by her mother’s warnings, Amelina searches for the cottage on an isolated Cambridgeshire pathway where she encounters a charismatic young man, named Ryder. At the right moment, he steps out of the shadows, rescuing her from the unwanted attention of two male troublemakers.

With the help of an enchanted paint set, Amelina meets the eccentric owner of the cottage, Leanne, who instructs her in the art of crystal magic. In time, she earns the right to use three wizard stones. The first awakens her spirit to discover a time of legends, and later, leads her to the Bloodstone, the supreme cleansing crystal which has the power to restore the balance of time. Will Amelina find the power to set her family free?

A YA/middle grade fantasy set in Cambridge, England exploring various themes/aspects: Light, darkness, time, shadows, a curse, magic, deception, crystals, art, poetry, friendships, teen relationships, eating disorders, self-harm, anxiety, depression, family, puzzles, mystery, a black cat, music, a mix of sadness, counterbalanced by a touch of humour.

MEET AUTHOR MJ MALLON

I am a debut author who has been blogging for three years: https://mjmallon.com. My interests include writing, photography, poetry, and alternative therapies. I write Fantasy YA, middle-grade fiction and micro poetry – haiku and tanka. I love to read and have written over 100 reviews: https://mjmallon.com/2015/09/28/a-z-of-my-book-reviews/.

My alter ego is MJ – Mary Jane from Spiderman. I love superheroes! I was born on the 17th of November in Lion City: Singapore, (a passionate Scorpio, with the Chinese Zodiac, sign a lucky rabbit,) second child and only daughter of my proud parents Paula and Ronald. I grew up in a mountainous court in the Peak District in Hong Kong with my elder brother Donald. My parents dragged me away from my exotic childhood and my much-loved dog Topsy to the frozen wastelands of Scotland. In bonnie Edinburgh, I mastered Scottish country dancing and a whole new Och Aye lingo.

As a teenager, I travelled to many far-flung destinations to visit my abacus wielding wayfarer dad. It’s rumoured that I now live in the Venice of Cambridge, with my six-foot hunk of a Rock God husband, and my two enchanted daughters. After such an upbringing my author’s mind has taken total leave of its senses! When I’m not writing, I eat exotic delicacies while belly dancing, or surf to the far reaches of the moon. To chill out, I practise Tai Chi. If the mood takes me, I snorkel with mermaids or sign up for idyllic holidays with the Chinese Unicorn, whose magnificent voice sings like a thousand wind chimes.

Join me on August 26th to celebrate the release of my debut novel!

❤ CONNECT WITH AUTHOR MJ MALLON ❤

My Amazon Author Page

My blog – for information about new releases, photos of main characters/character interviews, book reviews and inspiration: https://mjmallon.com

My New Facebook Group #ABRSC: Authors/Bloggers Rainbow Support Club on Facebook:

Instagram:

Twitter: @Marjorie_Mallon and Twitter: @curseof_time

Facebook: Facebook: m j mallon author

Tumblr: Tumblr: mjmallonauthor

I have devoted the past few years to writing over 100 reviews on My Goodreads Review Account, and on my blog to help support traditional and indie writers.

072617_1723_DoubtsAHa2.pngThanks for stopping by to meet MJ Mallon. Don’t forget to help her celebrate the release of her debut novel. ❤

 

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 47 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: Shadow & Light

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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.

Prose talks and poetry sings. Picture Quotes.

Image credit: Pinterest – Quirky Quotes for Writers & Poets

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

HAIKU in English

TANKA

HAIBUN

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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.

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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

  1. 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 …

  1. 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.

  1. 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

  1. 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”

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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.

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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.

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As time allows, 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:

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HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK FOR OUR 46th POETRY CHALLENGE USING THE WORDS – HONEY & WINE: (Please make sure to visit the other participants. We learn from each other. <3)

It was a busy week. I got no further in writing a poem than taking the *ahem* appropriate photo! Cheers!

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Colorado makes the best Meade around!

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge #46 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: HONEY & WINE – All About Writing and more

Tanka Tuesday #Haiku: Honey & Wine – Jane Dougherty Writes

Honeyed Words | The Syllabub Sea

Amaltheia – By Sarah

A heady mix – Playing with words

Cork Screw | like mercury colliding…

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge #46 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: HONEY & WINE | But I Smile Anyway…

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge #46 – #Haiku: HONEY & WINE Day – 79 – Pride & Prejudice! – Mick E Talbot Poems

Colleen’Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge Honey & Wine | Annette Rochelle Abens Weekly #Poetry Challenge Honey & Wine

Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge – 46  – The Bag Lady

Honey or Wine? | JanniStyles1

Beauty/Reena Saxena

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge #46 – #Tanka: HONEY & WINE – Mick E Talbot Poems

Colleen’s Weekly, Poetry Challenge, Haiku, Tanka, Haibun: HONEY & WINE | willowdot21

Óðrœrir (a Tanka) | Darkness of His Dreams

Honey & Wine/Robbie’s Inspiration

A Fine Shield (# Tanka) – Smell The Coffee

Midas | Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo

#Haiku 59: Honey & Wine | Charmed Chaos

Mulled wine | WANDSANDUNICORNS

Imagination (Tanka) – Uniquesus

Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge #46 – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: HONEY & WINE | M J Mallon Author

Honey and Wine: Tanka | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

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

This week’s Poet of the Week is Sarah, from her blog called By Sarah. Her Haibun/Haiku, called Amaltheia, was my favorite this week. Her prose is written from the perspective of the She-Goat Goddess. I loved her descriptions and thought the Haiku at the end was perfect.


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The warm honey glow of the late afternoon sun was a contrast to the prickling cool of the mountain air on her skin. She climbed to her vantage point, high above the valleys. The ‘T-tree’ had been formed one night when Zeus’ lightning bolt had cleaved it in two – destroying the wine-red leaves of Autumn. The remaining limbs had sagged and sighed their defeat, for it was Winter now, and the cornucopia were full for the cold months ahead. It was from here she loved to watch over the world below. The mountain goats were drawn here also, and she liked to imagine it was because they were summoned by her power; taking their place beside her in the stars.

nourishing earth’s child
Amaltheia; Capricorn;
goat goddess endures.

By Sarah ©2017

Author’s note: In Greek mythology, Amaltheia is the she-goat Goddess who nourished Zeus as an infant. In later years, Zeus broke off one of her horns, which then became the cornucopia, providing sustenance for all earth’s creatures. Amaltheia’s themes are success, humor, reason, devotion, and providence. Her symbols are a goat, cornucopia, and stars.  For Her diligence and service, Amaltheia was transformed into the constellation Capricorn, where She remains.

Source: Journeying to the Goddess

Here are the two words for this week’s challenge: SHADOW & LIGHT

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

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Shadow & Light: Pixabay.com

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Colleen’s #Book #Reviews – “Panama,” by Author, C. S. Boyack

  • Title: Panama
  • Amazon Author Page: C. S. Boyack
  • File Size: 2493 KB
  • Print Length: 310 Pages
  • Publisher: Self-Published by Author
  • Publication Date: May 8, 2014
  • Sold By: Amazon Digital Services LLC
  • Language: English
  • ASIN: B00K7Q949A
  • Formats: Kindle
  • Goodreads
  • Genres: Fantasy, Urban & Paranormal, Action & Adventure, Western

IN THE AUTHOR’S WORDS:

Ethan and Coop are sent to the construction zone along the Panama Canal. They have some experience with strange phenomenon, but nothing prepared them for this.

They are faced with civil war, Carlist pretenders to the thrones of France and Spain, an invading Spanish army, and another, from Hell itself. They’ll be lucky to survive, let alone take care of anything while they’re down there.

This story is based upon the construction of the canal, Panamanian independence, international cooperation, and a few celebrity cameos. Even the magic takes on an international flavor.

Ghosts and Voodoo are one thing, but they have no idea what waits along the isthmus.

MY RECOMMENDATION:

I love books with a paranormal twist and have read Will O’ the Wisp, also by C. S. Boyack. You can read that review HERE.

Panama took me on a reading adventure I will not soon forget. Now, sit back, and listen to how it all began. It’s a doozy! I have a book hangover like you would not believe.

First, let me introduce you to Ethan, a man who possesses the ability to see ghosts! And, if that isn’t strange enough, he can communicate with them. So, it was with little surprise that this unusual ability gets the attention of President Theodore Roosevelt.

Strange paranormal events are affecting the building of the famous Panama Canal, and the President knows just the man who can figure it out. He grants a unique opportunity to Ethan where he can become a U. S. Marshall, with a post in the Witchcraft Division. Ethan knows he will need help, so he asks to have his friend, Coop, serve with him.

However, Coop has his own problems and will need Ethan’s help to save him from certain death. Coop is a practitioner of the ancient Hoodoo magic rites, and between the two men, they eventually set out to complete their mission.

However, before they embark, Ethan and Coop are sent for specialty training using top secret weapons developed by the government. Remember the television series, The Wild, Wild West? This book could have been an episode of that show. The unusual weaponry could only have come out of the creative brain of C. S. Boyack.

Ethan and Coop are strong characters whose friendship figures prominently in the story and propel it toward the explosive ending. But, they can’t defeat this evil alone. They pair up with some other folks who possess their own style of magic. As a team, this group of paranormal misfits works together like a well-oiled machine to face the ultimate challenge between good and evil.

You will fall in love with the characters, the era, and the history of the period. The folklore and legends grabbed my attention and were well placed by the author. My favorite was the legend of the man at the crossroads which led the reader to the place that is neither betwixt or between. Let the shivers begin.

Everyone loves a ghost story, and Panama is exceptional in that realm. Throw in a few gun fights, a splash of hoodoo, and some supernatural gypsy magic, and you have a book that you won’t be able to put down. It did me in. I stayed up late into the night reading because I had to find out what happened next. I love when that happens.

Me Time

I enjoyed this novel so much that I’ve added it to my “Me-Time,” category in paranormal fiction. The writing is fast-paced and will transport you to the jungles of Panama where all “six” of your senses will kick into overdrive. Enjoy!

MY RATING:

Character Believability: 5
Flow and Pace: 5
Reader Engagement: 5
Reader Enrichment: 5
Reader Enjoyment: 5
Overall Rate: 5 out of 5 Fairies

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Author, C. S. Boyack

About the Author

I was born in a town called Elko, Nevada. I like to tell everyone I was born in a small town in the 1940s. I’m not quite that old, but Elko has always been a little behind the times. This gives me a unique perspective of earlier times, and other ways of getting by. Some of this bleeds through into my fiction.

I moved to Idaho right after the turn of the century and never looked back. My writing career was born here, with access to other writers and critique groups, and I jumped in with both feet.

I like to write about things that have something unusual. My works are in the realm of science-fiction, paranormal, and fantasy. The goal is to entertain you for a few hours. I hope you enjoy the ride.

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Twitter: @virgilante

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

Blog: “Entertaining Stories,” coldhandboyack.wordpress.com

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Colleen’s Coming Attractions: Announcing the Launch of “Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I,” by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene

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I was excited to hear that Teagan had written a “three ingredients” book and it’s available NOW! I will be reviewing the book in the coming weeks. Please stay tuned!

Announcing the Launch of
Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I

Introducing the second “three things” serial, in novel form Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I.

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Yes, that’s the cover. (I love making covers!) I kept it similar to the one for the first serial, The Three Things Serial Story, but with different 1920s photos.

For those of you who are not familiar with my blog serials…

Ages ago I developed a writing exercise. I asked friends to give me three completely random things. Then I would write until I had mentioned all the things. I brought that exercise to my blog (Teagan’s Books), but I had the readers send me their things. I let the random things drive every detail of a serial story, setting, plot, and characters. That resulted in The Three Things Serial Story, which gave birth to this culinary mystery. However, this time the “things” are food related — or ingredients.

About the Book

As with the first serial, Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I is a spontaneously written, pantser story. I wrote by the seat of my pants and let the “ingredients” readers sent each week drive a new serial story. This is the “bookized” version of that serial.

This time the Jazz Age setting is Savannah, Georgia where our flapper, Pip, is “sentenced” to live with her grandmother and learn to cook. Pip gets caught up in a layered mystery that includes bootleggers, G-men, and the varied challenges of being a young woman in changing times. She meets new friends, including some animal characters.

If you have not read The Three Things Serial Story, be warned. This adventure contains a bit of a spoiler, but does not go into detail about it.

Murder at the Bijou — Three Ingredients I is available through and Amazon and Create Space. If you don’t have a Kindle, Amazon also offers a free app that will let you read Kindle books on your computer or other device. The purchase links are below. But first, here’s a snippet.

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In my imagination, a young Lucille Ball would play Pip.

Excerpt

Rutabaga Limbo

Either I woke up feeling horribly nauseated, or the queasiness woke me. I’m not sure which. I opened my eyes to complete darkness. There was no light, no sound. The way my stomach tossed reminded me of a small boat on the ocean. It was as if I sailed in a lightless limbo.

Oh… that was a bad train of thought to have with an unsettled belly.

Think of something else! Anything else, I told myself.

I stood unsteadily. The sound of a cricket came to me. Good. The utter silence had been very disturbing. I became aware of the cool moist earth beneath my palms.

Where the Sam Hill was I?

I sat back on my heels, focusing all my senses. My eyes might as well have been closed — it was that dark. Bare ground was beneath me. The air had a musty odor. A sickly sweet scent clung to my bobbed hair.

The cricket’s chirping was the only sound. Still sitting, I turned. My eyes widened and strained, trying to see in that heavy darkness. When I looked up I was rewarded with the sight of a thin line of pink light.

The faint glow allowed me to see vague outlines a few feet away. I stumbled over something and stooped down to let my hands figure out what it was. I felt a burlap bag and round lumps. Rutabagas? I felt around and found another bag. That one felt like potatoes. I moved closer to the wall and a tall shape. Yes, a ladder, my questing hands confirmed for my still foggy brain.

Gazing up at the line of pinkish light I realized I was in a root cellar.

But how did I get there?

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Purchase Links

Amazon USA

Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/Murder-Bijou-Teagan-Riordain-Geneviene/dp/1974544273/ref=la_B00HHDXHVM_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1502806322&sr=1-4

Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/Murder-Bijou-Teagan-Riordain-Geneviene-ebook/dp/B074S5ZK7L/ref=la_B00HHDXHVM_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1502806322&sr=1-3

Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Murder-Bijou-Teagan-Riordain-Geneviene-ebook/dp/B074S5ZK7L/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1502806519&sr=1-1&keywords=murder+at+the+bijou

And https://www.amazon.co.uk/Murder-Bijou-Teagan-Riordain-Geneviene/dp/1974544273/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1502806519&sr=1-2&keywords=murder+at+the+bijou

Amazon Japan: https://www.amazon.co.jp/Murder-Bijou-Three-Ingredients-English-ebook/dp/B074S5ZK7L/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1502806623&sr=8-1&keywords=teagan+geneviene

Author Bio

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Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene, a southerner by birth, was “enchanted” by the desert southwest of the USA when she moved there. Now a resident of a major east coast city, she longs to return to those enchanting lands.

Teagan had always devoured fantasy novels of every type. Then one day there was no new book readily at hand for reading — so she decided to write one. And she hasn’t stopped writing since.

Her work is colored by her experiences in both the southern states and the southwest. Teagan most often writes in the fantasy genre, but she also writes 1920s stories and Steampunk. Her blog “Teagan’s Books” contains serial stories written according to “things” from viewers.

You can also 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

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