i have loved like a fool
lingering longer than i
should, breathless with
fever, unaware that the
fire was slowly
devouring my soul
she is not whispering
anymore…the goddess
is repulsed by our hate
and greed…a storm is
surely coming if we
stay this ugly course
~kat
fellow genealogists would certainly agree
that finding distant relatives, a generation,
maybe two, or if you’re lucky, three’s a testament
that most of us will fade into obscurity, i must
admit a lucky thread runs through my family tree
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s Stanza a Day Challenge. Taking a breather today from royal name dropping. Royals are like cockroaches. If you find one, there are dozens more hidden between the cracks. Mostly because there are scarce records kept on common folk like me and…I won’t presume to speak for you… 😊 What records that may exist are often locked away in dusty church archives…baptisms, marriages, deaths…like the one I have pictured here. It is the burial record of my 15th great grandmother, Joan Pilford, born in 1536 in Braunton, Devon, England, to John Pylforde (surnames often changed generation to generation) and Joan Thorougood. She married Walter Wyatt in 1556 and had one child, a daughter, Margaret (my 14th great) in 1569. Joan died in 1589. She was here for a blip and then gone but for a few blots of ink on fading pages, in tomes piled high in dusty archives. I think I relate more to old Joan than many of our more notorious greats. But it is kind of cool to know they’re out there. 😉
rendezvous en rouge
the agony and the sweet
thorns amidst the blooms
~kat
This week, a haiku for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge
using synonyms only of the words: congregation (rendezvous) and passion (agony)
the sun, moon and stars’
sure movements, dawn to gloaming,
cast time in shadows
~kat
For Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge, prompt words: time & movement.
hair of red, and a rotten tooth of blue, Harald,
son of Gorm the Old, he built a bridge or two
one the oldest, longest known in Scandinavia’s
Ravning meadow; the other ‘tween the Danes and
Norse; hence ended by his bastard son, poor fellow
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
My 35th Great Grandfather, Harold “Bluetooth” is remembered for bridging the divide between the Danes and Norwegians when he became king of both countries and also for his “miracle” conversion hence, bringing Christianity to the pagans of Denmark. Though I’ve read it would take some time before his countrymen came on board. His nickname became the inspiration for our modern wireless Bluetooth technology. Now you know. Next time you pop a wireless earbud in your ear, you’ll think of Harald I’m thinking. 😊
like mercury colliding... 