Just one this evening…

the dark, velvet sky
opened up its heart
to welcome home our
brother from this life
how we wish that he
had lingered here longer
~kat
Just one this evening…

the dark, velvet sky
opened up its heart
to welcome home our
brother from this life
how we wish that he
had lingered here longer
~kat

great is the legend of Leudwinus, Sainted, Count of Treves
when young, wedded to Willigard, of children, they had three
a miracle occurred, they say, while nappng on a hunt was he
an eagle spread it’s massive wings, providing him with shade
hence, on that spot, built he, a monastery to live his final days
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
A bit about my 43rd Great Grandfather, Saint Leudwinus from Wikipedia
Leudwinus was born a French nobleman and was a member of one of the most powerful clans in Austrasia. His father, Warinus, was Count of Poitiers and Gunza of Metz. Lambert of Maastricht was his kinsman. His Frankish name is Liutwin. Leudwinus spent his early life at the royal court of Austrasia[ and was styled Count of Treves. He received his education from his maternal uncle, Saint Basinus, Archbishop of Treves. In 697, Leudwinus signed the Deed of Echternach with his uncle.
Initially uninterested in an ecclesiastical career, Leudwinus married Willigard of Bavaria. Their children were:
▪Milo, Count of Treves
▪Wido, Count of Hornbach
▪(Possibly) Chrotrude of Treves (Rotrude), who married Charles Martel and became Duchess of Austrasia.
According to legend, the abbey in Mettlach was founded after Leudwinus went hunting near Saar. He grew tired and fell asleep under the shade of a tree. As he slept the sun changed positions exposing him to its hot rays, but an eagle swept down and sat on Leudwinus with its wings spread out. When Leudwinus woke up, his servant told him how the eagle had protected him from being burnt by the sun.
Coincidentally, Leudwinus happened to be napping at the site of the Miracle Eagle near the chapel of St. Denis of Paris. Leudwinus saw this as a God-sent sign to establish a Benedictine monastery at that site, and it soon developed into a Christian missionary center. At the location of the original Dionysius Chapel now stands the parish church of St. Gangolf in Mettlach.
When Leudwinus became a widower, he joined the monastery he founded at Mettlach as a simple monk.
In 697, Leudwinus was appointed coadjutor of his uncle Basinus von Trier. In 698, he cofounded the Echternack Abbey at Mettlach.
When Archbishop Basinus died on 4 March 705, Leudwinus succeeded him and was consecrated Archbishop of Treve. Leudwinus was also appointed bishop of Laon. This made him one of the most important church dignitaries of the time in the Frankish kingdom.
Leudwinus died on the 29th of September 722 at Reims. He was succeeded as Archbishop of Treve by his son, Milo, who brought his father’s remains to Treve for burial. However, local customs prevented this, so Leudwinus’ family decided to let the dead saint choose his own place of burial. His coffin was placed on a ship without a crew. It sailed by itself first to Moselle, then Saar, and finally docked at Mettlach, where the church bells began to ring.
Leudwinus was buried in St. Mary’s Church at the Abbey at Mettlach. In 990, St. Mary’s Church was replaced by a new structure called the Old Tower, the oldest preserved stone building in Saar.

Another week flew by. Work continues to be a bear, with relentless pressure from the top…must keep those shareholders happy. I don’t mind admitting that I have refreshed my resumé. Working at this current pace cannot be healthy, but I’m not sure any place else will be much different, or better. It’s part of the insanity of ‘merica, where the rich get richer and the poor die trying.
All this to say that, coupled with my dive into my ancestors this month, I am even more aware of how fleeting life is. I am growing less patient with willful ignorance and outright stupidity, less loyal to an employer who, for all their “go team” blather would replace me in a heartbeat without batting an eye…or not, and instead dole out my duties to the poor schmucks left behind to save money on payroll.
Despite all that, I am learning to live in the moment; to look for glimmers of hope and light. Does that surprise you? It shouldn’t. I am actually finding the perfect balance of zen and bad assness. It’s something I believe we need more of in these trying times.
Because I have news for you. The ugly, mean people don’t respond to kindness. They are getting meaner by the day, and we are so past the point of trying to understand why they’re so angry. They wear their anger like a badge of honor along with their red MAGA hats. If they give up their anger, what do they have? Only themselves to blame for the vile demagogues they’ve elected…but they’ll never admit it.
Nope…the best thing I can do is tolerate them, or not, I really don’t care if I offend them these days, and retreat to my corner when I need to breathe. I’m doing that more often these days and I’m thinking it’s not such a bad thing. Have a good week. I hope you take many good breaths this week. You deserve it. 😊
tree strong, sure, with roots meandering deep
No one ever calls me Miss…
legacies to be recalled by generations hence
i understand
Damn full moon.
gruesome scene…they forced him in, until he burst!
a full life they all lived then to the nunnery they fled
legend has it, have you heard, so they say…
of cockles and shell shards; the sea
with no lick of lack
breaking free takes strength
forgotten? I think not! with these great monikers…
keeping an open heart
with the darkening
remembering things
live and die, no answer for the age-old question…”why?”
~kat
A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the works of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over a period time. I use it as a review of the previous week.

too many links on this tree fade, obscure
with nary a flicker of those who’ve gone before
the only living proof of their existence,
their progeny, who share their dna, who’ll likewise
live and die, no answer for the age-old question…”why?”
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
I have a few old family photos of some people I’ve never met, and of my grandparents gone too soon, before I could learn their stories. They are treasures of my past. I suppose that I why I write…to leave something behind for my grandkids.
The people shown above are a part of me. And so life goes on.
Top Left: My Grandpa Lambert Myrman, my Grandma Florence, née O’Malley, my Aunt Dolly holding my cousin Kristy, her husband Dean in back and his parents on the right.
Top Middle: My great-greats the Johansson’s and my Great Grandma Hanna (the youngest)
Top Right: my Great Grandparents, Peter O’Malley and Annie, née Powers
Middle Left: My Grandpa William Cunningham and my Grandma Mary, née Sluka
Middle Right: Grandma Mary’s graduation picture. She’s in the middle row, far right.
Lower Left: Grandma Florence O’Malley Myrman
Lower Middle: Grandma Mary (r) with my mom (girl with black skirt), her brother, Richard and sister, Sylvia
Lower Right: Grandma Mary holding my Mom, Dorothy

legend has it, have you heard, so they say…
from inconceivable to the absurd, tales
of the notorious evolve from voice to page
fantastical, believe it or nots, boring history
rewritten, o’er and again, ne’er to be forgot
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
Many a tale has been spun regarding Sigurd. Most notable and corroborated by several traditions is the story of how he killed a dragon. Truly the stuff of legend, because, of course, one must believe that dragons actually existed to give it any weight. There are love triangles, a jilted lover Brünhild who called for his murder and then asks to be burned with him on his burial pyre. Honestly, I read about it all with a grain of salt. According to history, they did manage to have a daughter, Aslaug, who married Ragnor Lodbrok, another legendary figure…and down the line the links in the chain eventually led to my grandfather, my mother and me. But Dragons? You’ll be relieved to know I haven’t found a reference to unicorns in my tree…yet! 🤣