
shock, awe, fire, fury
vain swagger, mission fails
but what of peace…love
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, Prompt Word: Throw (shock, awe)

shock, awe, fire, fury
vain swagger, mission fails
but what of peace…love
~kat
For Haiku Horizons Challenge, Prompt Word: Throw (shock, awe)

came on horseback through the town, they say, naked
as the day that she was born, a selfless act, the debt she paid
to lift the tolls her husband waged on townsfolk, how she
pitied them, Lady Godgifu, whilst they hid, their windows shut
but for a tailor so called Thomas who rued his choice to peep
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
I know what you’re thinking…REALLY? Well the naked ride is the stuff of legend. But Godgifu, Countess of Mercia and her husband Leofric, Earl of Mercia, actually did exist. They are my 34th great grandparents. And not only that, Lady Godiva, as we know her shares my birthday, June 2. How serendipitous! Perhaps I get my flair for activism for causes I believe in from her. Not that I would disrobe to make a point, but I have stood in my share of protest crowds in towns and even in Washington DC. Every voice matters. 🙂
The Begats:
A day late. Had it ready to go last evening…life…and then i fell asleep before posting it. I owe you one more Stanza for today 😊

penned in history’s tomes the story of a clan
who’s roots trace back to greatness, to the loins
of Charlemagne; a certain noble lineage
Trowbridge, one such name, of Thomas and
Elizabeth, great grands from whence I came
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
It has been said that many people can trace their roots to Charlemagne. When one considers that families back in the day had a dozen or more children, generation to generation, it is not hard to believe that his progeny are legion. But I was certainly surprised to find my own family line weaved into that infamous tapestry. My 12th great grands, are Thomas Trowbridge born in 1598, who was the first Trowbridge to cross the Atlantic to America, along with his wife Elizabeth, nee Marshall. I am a descendant of their son James and all the begats thereafter.
I was thinking…I might even be related to some of you. It’s possible you know. From the beginning of humankind to now, Adam and Eve aside, I believe we are all kin. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all get along? 😉

shore along the Biscay Bay in olde Aquitaine,
came first of many troubadours, Guillaume
was his name, a roving love philanderer
crusader, duke and count but his true call,
his legacy, the poems and songs he penned
~kat
For Jane Dougherty’s August Stanza Challenge.
Here’s a poem penned by my 27th Great Grandfather, Guillaume IX deTroubador DeAquitaine (1071 – 1127)
For the Sweetness of Springtime
For the sweetness of springtime,
the woods leaf and the birds
sing, each in its own language,
according to the swing of the new song:
it is therefore right that one tends towards
what he desires most.
From the place I like and love
comes neither messenger nor missive;
because of this, I neither sleep nor laugh;
and I don’t dare come forward
until I know with certitude
whether things stand as I want them to.
Our love works
just as the hawthorn twig
which stands shaking on the tree
in the night, in the rain and in the frost
until the morning after, when the sun stretches
on the green leaf and on the branches.
I still remember a morning
when we ended a fight
and when she gave such an important gift,
her love and her ring:
god let me live long enough
to put my hands under her cape.
I don’t worry that a strange language
would part me from my Good Neighbour,
because I know the wandering ways of words:
they begin as idle chat:
some people brag about love matters,
we have the matter in hand.
And in case you think I’m pulling your leg…here’s the begats:
Relationship between Guillaume IX deTroubador DeAquitaine & Kathleen Myrman.
Guillaume IX deTroubador DeAquitaine (1071 – 1127) – 27th great-grandfather
William Duke of Aquitaine En Normandy, 8th Count of Poitou X (1099 – 1137) Son of Guillaume IX deTroubador DeAquitaine
Eleanor Duchess Of Aquataine (1122 – 1204) Daughter of William Duke of Aquitaine En Normandy, 8th Count of Poitou X
Joan Plantagenet (1165 – 1199) Daughter of Eleanor Duchess Of Aquataine
Joan De Kinewarton (1189 – 1215) Daughter of Joan Plantagenet
Richard DeBruley (1211 – 1250) Son of Joan De Kinewarton
Henry De Bruley (1243 – 1305) Son of Richard DeBruley
William DeBruley (1270 – 1359) Son of Henry De Bruley
Alice Bruley (1326 – 1390) Daughter of William DeBruley
(Sir) Guy de La Spine Baron of Coughton (1350 – 1427) Son of Alice Bruley
Agnes Andrew ( – 1466) Daughter of (Sir) Guy de La Spine Baron of Coughton
Lady Cecilia Agnes Tansley (1460 – 1515) Daughter of Agnes Andrew
William Winslow (1490 – 1543) Son of Lady Cecilia Agnes Tansley
Kenelm Winslow (1534 – 1607) Son of William Winslow
Edward Winslow (1560 – 1631) Son of Kenelm Winslow
JOHN Winslow (1597 – 1674) Son of Edward Winslow
Susanna Winslow (1630 – 1685) Daughter of JOHN Winslow
Mercy Latham (1650 – 1707) Daughter of Susanna Winslow
Mary Harris (1690 – 1727) Daughter of Mercy Latham
Sarah Packard (1714 – 1792) Daughter of Mary Harris
Judith Shaw (1749 – 1776) Daughter of Sarah Packard
Isaac Edson (1770 – 1844) Son of Judith Shaw
Hannah Edson (1798 – 1873) Daughter of Isaac Edson
Ambrose Tower (1825 – 1907) Son of Hannah Edson
Mary H. Tower (1836 – 1883) Daughter of Ambrose Tower
John Henry Collins (1868 – ) Son of Mary H. Tower
Sylvia Collins (1892 – 1972) Daughter of John Henry Collins
William Collins Cunningham (1909 – 1967) Son of Sylvia Collins
Dorothy Ellen Cunningham (1933 – 2006) Daughter of William Collins Cunningham
Kathleen Myrman (that’s me! 😊) You are the daughter of Dorothy Ellen Cunningham

Forlorn
white satin
letters written
beauty missed
with these eyes
what the truth is
I can’t say ‘cause
people can’t
understand
what you want
in the end
breathe deep
the lights fade
people look back
and lament
useless
spent
Lovers, lonely
for love,
cold-hearted,
rule the night
which is an
illusion
~kat
A Black Out Poem for Manic Monday’s Three-Way Prompt based on the word “Forlorn”, the photo above and the Moody Blues song, Nights in White Satin (Lyrics below…I love that song!)
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I’d always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can’t say anymore.
Cause I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.
Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I’m going through they can’t understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.
And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I’ve written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I’ve always missed, with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can’t say anymore.
Cause I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Cause I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
Breathe deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day’s useless
Energy spent
Impassioned lovers
Wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love
And has none
New mother picks up
And suckles her son
Senior citizens
Wish they were young
Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
And
Which is an Illusion
Songwriters: Justin Hayward
Nights In White Satin lyrics © T.R.O. INC.